Without Me

I grip the razor blade in my hand,

Knowing what I must do.

The pain is unbearable,

And yet each cut across my wrist

Feels like heaven.

The world would be better

Without me.

Blood streams to the ground,

Flowing peacefully in one river

Down the drain.

Just like my life.

Along with the blood, my hopes and dreams disappear.

The world would be better

Without me.

Now my vision's getting foggy,

My mind falls apart

Piece by piece.

I slide to the ground,

Releasing the razor as I do.

And I know my life is over.

I'm sorry to anyone who may weep when I'm gone,

Who replace my existence with mournful sobs.

But this world would be better

Without me.

Goodbye forever.