Someone needs to grab a gun, pull the trigger and just kill me already.
Just do it,
because I promise you that I
won't scream.
I'd bite my lip, shut myself up, and allow my heart to stop beating.
And finally, it'd all go away.
All of the bullshit, it'd fade into dust, into nothing.
Because I'm gone.
Hah, and you thought I wasn't hurting.