my pathetic suicide

look at this mess, blood everywhere
you caused this pain, its your fault im dead

this pain should be yours, your blood should be shed

red ink running down the wall and seeping into the floor

im in the corner, blood covered hands
this is your work, your hopeless demands

you killed me inside and now im truly gone
my point is proven and i wont rest until youre dead

i know this was wrong, i hope you feel guilt

but the pain that i felt was unbearable and seen
you knew you did damage but didnt feel guilt

my life is over and you took it as such