You should still be here
But you regret less than I have
When killing my own
You lack the thought to understand

the pain of saying I am not needed
But do I feel the same as you
You fear the loss
But hold the desire
You forget the outcome of your stupidity
How is it from you I was raised
You, a girl of poor breeding
And you know I may be the same
And why is it from you I was born
Your weakness suppressed many ideals
And my anger only steams from what I could have been
Given the chance
You say you know the cost of your decisions
But is it truth