Whenever you try to show your emotion,

It comes back, I should know.

Don't call the doctor, don't dail that phone,

Just because I only show depression.

The light kills me. It feels like a stabbing in my eye.

Why should I care when no one else does?

I'm disappearing, slowly fading,

So I say to you, "Bye."

I have told many others that I'm done.

Why do they try to stop me?

I chose to leave and be gone.

Why can't you see, and let me be?

I know I don't belong here.

Why don't you understand the facts?

Dying is a choice for me, not a fear!

Now I'm six-feet underground and won't come back.