My heart has been ripped out
and held in your hand
I gave you my all,
fulfilled every demand
Nothing I did was ever good enough,
and you decided to go
I tried so hard,
and didn't have anything to show.
I have nothing to stay for
and I hate living life
So I feel no regrets
as I reach for my knife.
Broken and bleeding,
I lay down to die
and whisper my last word to the world:
goodbye

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