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I'm drowning in this ocean of pain,

And burning in this acid rain.

I'm falling through memories;

Slowly killing me, is this disease.

Every night I try to change,

What thoughts run through my head.

But I cannot help,

To what events this may have lead.

It kills me every time,

I have to say goodbye,

To the times with no pain;

No suffering in vain.

I die from bleeding inside,

The blood pours on the floor.

I die from fatal suicide,

I couldn't take it anymore.

I took a kitchen knife,

Or a razor and a lighter.

I ended my life;

I was never any fighter.

I've given up on life,

I've given up on me.

I've given up on everything;

Said it cannot be.

I've ended my being,

All so you could be free.

I want you to see,

As I end all of me.

Now that I'm no more,

My corpse lies on the floor.

Now that I never speak again,

Will you have the strength I never gained?

My end, though,

Was a group contribution.

It was thanks to me, and to them,

That led to my execution.

Our hearts, our love, it never bends,

But this is how my story ends.

I understand if you cried,

If you hurt when I died.

But listen to me now,

You still have time,

Before the pain overcomes

Your whole being, like mine.

Run away from it all,

Run away from your past.

I may be dead,

But you will still last.

Everything will be all right,

I promise you that, dear.

I'll be in your heart every night;

My spirit will lay near.

For the rest of your life,

For the rest of forever,

I can't ever let you forget,

When we were together.

Every once in a while,

Will you think of me?

The memories will last,

They will always be.

It was not at all your fault,

That I don't live anymore.

I was my own and others;

You I'll always adore.

Many years will have passed,

And I will be forgot.

You'll live a better life,

Now that I've died and rot.