Existence
Existence
You walk towards the door
Say this is it
I know I'll never see you again
But maybe that's okay
You shut the door
I drop to the ground
What's wrong with this picture?
I should be the one leaving
But I'm sitting here
Trying to cry over your worthless existence
Slowly I get up
Now it's morning
My knees,
They hurt
I'm happy now
To know that you are gone
But I still feel sad
Because I should've been the one that left first
I can't stay in this house anymore
I must leave
I know it's stupid
Maybe paranoid
But I don't want to be here anymore
Knowing that I wasn't enough for you hurts
More than you'll ever know
Or maybe you already know
So I walk to the kitchen
Take a knife
Bring it to my wrist
And erase my existence.