I Know What I Need To Do

It's such an easy choice. Why don't I have the courage to do it? It doesn't have to be fancy. Doesn't have to be flashy. Doesn't even have to be dignified. Anything will do. Any tool to finish the job. People may be hurt, but they'll move on. How many tears could truly be shed for me? I don't fucking understand. Why are there people who would shed tears for me? I don't fucking get it. I'm not worth it, I promise. Just fucking do it you coward. You fucking coward. You made it other people's problems. And for what? Fleeting happiness? Fleeting relief? Attention? Fuck you.