This is for all you fools
Who choose to stay alive
And blithely say the world
Is better before you die.
This is for existence;
It was never worth the time
To believe and feel the hurt
As reality falls behind.
This is for my heartbreak,
The one that cuts like knives
Not of men; the lurid creature,
But because I’m still alive.
This is for my thoughts
And the cuts I pierce on skin,
My aching woes, my worst disease;
The allegory of my sins.
And this is for the people,
The ones I will leave behind,
I had myself, I had my heart,
But the light I couldn’t find.
So move on without me,
As I know you will
Because time heals, to be no more
My aching blood is still.