When Things Get Hard

Things have become so hard for me, 

the feeling of being unable to breathe,

the choice to become just a memory,

is what seems to be the best for me.

I wonder will people ever see,

the world just like it was after I leave,

will everyone still be the same?

will they be happy without me?

I don't know how much longer, 

I can hold onto my life,

the choice which is better is,

to end all this pain and strife.

and though I know I will leave, 

by making people sad,

why do I feel that without me,

it will be the better time they'll have ?

for never once have I felt,

like I belonged to this world,

was always treated like an outsider, 

had always been hurt.

so now I bid the world adieu,

my sincere goodbyes,

and I am truly sorry for leaving you

with tears in your eyes...