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am i your hero now?

was i your martyr, ever?

i chose the way i did

and now,

it doesn't matter.

I'm still gone, your still hurt

words don't fill the empty space i left

there is no, rest in peace,

for me.

if you knew, even you

could not have turned me.

is that what you want to hear?

the truth?

that i was scared to face myself

but i would have let you,

i prepared a fate, and dealt with it.

your pain is all so wasted

as you, for me, are taken, for granted.

in this tasteless attempt

to reconcile,

your hurt, with my reasons

i hope you think me selfish,

i think you know me, now

the meanings that you're searching,

are short of me, unfound.

and i am no longer worthy,

i killed myself

i chose that way,

and now

it's too late,

i am a suicide gone.

life to me meant nothing,

i turned and walked away

and it's too late for sorry,

as you're the one that's paying

with sorrow at my grave.