I Never Really Lived To Die, But I Faded

I don't know, I don't care.
When did you realize I was there?
When will you see,
I don't know how to be me.

I saw the grave of the old me today,
But I was lost, out of my way,
Trying to find that grave again,
Revive the person I knew, my long lost friend.

She was sweet, she was kind,
Always had the right frame of mind.
Always bright, never cried,
Always pure, never lied.

Now as the tears stream down my face,
The knife makes my heart begin to race.
The plastic handle feels at home in my hand,
Now I can show you how I take my stand.

As the red divine leaks down my arm,
The knife gently slips from my palm.
This is what I waited for,
There's nothing I wanted more.

Death, the blackness of nothing.
And as I close my eyes,
I fade. Away.