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Really, I don't
Just leave me be
I'm okay
No, really
I don't want anything

I'm okay with my position
By now, you'd think...
I'll push it to the side of my mind,
Not that it'll ever really fade away
As everything else does

I don't care
It's okay
It's not your fault
I guess it's all I can do
To pretend it's gone
That it's okay

I know it still hurts
For me and you
I wish I could have done something sooner
But it's too deep now

The pain worsens and I've discovered something...
Revelation!
Those pills, pain relievers, a pill to many three times a day
It's nice
I don't care for the red haze
I don't care that it could possibly kill me
The overdose is keeping me sane
It hurts less
The pain subsides

And the nightmares aren't so bad
Not anymore
I don't wake in shivers anymore
And I've almost run out of tears
To cry myself to sleep

I don't care
No, really

Why?

My friend,
My dear friend,
Such a question...

When there is nothing more to feel
I will be happy
When there is nothing more to feel
More than likely
I will be dead.

I'm sorry,
Friend,
But it's too hard,
I can't care anymore.
I guess I give up
It's a pathetic choice,
I know,
But it's my only option

I cannot further torture you

I'm sorry.
Tell the others I'll miss them.
I wish I could stay longer...
Possibly explain why
But I don't care enough to move.

I'll make my way to my room,
Write out my good-byes,
Take the pills...

It's harder to say this than anything else
Becasue I was afraid to say it before
And even now, I let a tear slip
It's so hard
Now it's easy
Because it's the only thing left...

Good bye.