Those words you said

Some far, far away day
in many many years
You'll be old and dying
and you'll remember everything you said
and I'll still be young and crying
over hurtful memories
and you'll say "I'm sorry for everything I've said"
But it's too late
for apologizes
because I'll be dead.
Dead is what I aim for
it's what I've always wanted
wanted because I'm dead to you
I'm depressed because of you.
Depression is a disease
a disease you inflicted on me
Why would you do this to a child?
Have you seen the scars?
Or the blood?
The blood all over my clothes.
The scars will always
remain on me
I honestly wish my sorrows would go away
These memories, are not some wanted by others.
I am now dead.
To all of you.
For real and not metaphorically.