Dear world,
I had my accident today,
That one you knew was coming.
I had to do something different,
because all I was doing was running.
All this just because
I was a little out of your range.
I never backed down, I stood my ground,
but you still asked me to change.
I tried to fight the system,
but it was too tough to beat.
So soon I'll be what you all crave;
just another piece of meat.
Some will come running,
maybe some will cry.
But the rest of the world can be at ease,
breathing a relieving sigh.
It never seemed to matter
when all the others died.
Maybe, thought, they'll learn,
through my own private suicide.
Because happiness seems to be
only what the world allows.
You can't think for yourself,
get on your knees and bow.
There's so much pain and suffering
so the rest of us can thrive.
So I'll make this as painfull as possible,
ripped to shreds and skinned alive.
So when they find me here,
they'll find it written on my hand.
In sweaty, black ink written,
'Do you understand?'.
I'll never stay here,
in this world of sin.
This is my goodbye.
Dear world, You win.