Six Million Ways

Six million ways to die
Six million ways to to rid the thought of you
No more smiles
No more laughs
No more memories
No more heartaches

You left me cold and alone
You left me with no good reason
You left me with these thoughts
These memories
These heartaches

These contemplations

Is there a way out?
What creates my own madness?

Am I addicted to your punishment?
Are you my master?
Am I awaiting my disaster?

I refuse.

I'm sick of years and years of your face

Your face etched on my brain

why won't it erase?

what have you done to me?

You wanted me gone so why won't you leave?

Go!
Get the fuck out!

Now!

You sick fuck.
Are you amused?

Go ahead, laugh now.

Today marks your last day

I have six million choices

Six million ways to rid you

I'll never look back

Because I don't want to

I won't have to

You no longer exist to me
I finally beat you

Between my happiness and sadness
I just calculated what creates
my own madness

You just took your last breath in my mind
No more laughs
No smiles
No more memories
No more heartaches

One out of six million ways

I feel irrational

so confrontational

In reality

I just got away with murder

The day I killed you in my mind
is the same day you call...

Did you feel me?