It's only when you get closest to the words that hurt the most that the tears really start coming down.
You press in on the wound, punishing yourself, making it worse,
Because you deserve it to hurt.
You just know that if you weren't here, things would be so much better. No one would fight in your place; you couldn't cause anyone anymore trouble.
It hurts a lot. I haven't felt like this in a while.
The sky's really blue today, it's hard to cry and be sad when it looks so inviting.
I really want to disappear into the daylight, just vanish without a trace.
That way, no one would have to find my body when I leave.
I just can't shake the feeling things would be better if I was gone.
