My Self Righteous Suicide...

What left is there to hurt or harm me? What have I not been through?
I've lived a thousand lives of agony, and that's all I have left to call my own. That and my pride. My inability to talk about these things. None of them how bad it is, to feel so alone, to feel that death is the only way out.

Dad, you've done all you can, but you can't stop it. I love you, and you don't have to feel hurt anymore. It will all go away now.

Francis, it'll hurt like hell for a while. But things will get better, and then you can go back to living your life. I won't be around to hurt you anymore, to say all those horrible things, to worry you. It'll be okay, I promise.

We can leave this world,
Leave it all behind,
We can steal this car if your folks don’t mind,
We can live forever if you’ve got the time.

I’ll tell you all how the story ends
Well, the good guys die and the bad guys win (who cares?)
It ain’t about all the friends you made
But the graffiti they write on your grave

For all of us to have seen the light,
Salute the dead and leave the fight,
Who gives a damn if the *something I can’t hear*
Let the walls come down, let the engines roar.