Goodbye.. II

The tears that fall are the raindrops drowning

Look at the written note, just start laughing

Feel like a maniac, but I calm down

And immediately wonder about my own passing

How would the ones that I care for react?

If I passed would I matter or be part of the past?

Heart shattered, and I've tried but can't pick up the glass

The one thing I do know is I'm fading fast

I can't fuckin do this, I'm done going through it

I feel like a nuisance, I'm sick of the bruises,

That life is inflicting, I don't want to feel the pain anymore

I just want to fix it