It's always me

I think I screwed up
again, I think I've
lost you. It's really
hard to keep living.

It's always me that
messes up, and now
I just want to die
I love you so much.

But it seems like you
wouldn't even care,
if I died, so why
should I care?

I hope you haven't
moved on, but I think
you have. I will never
move on.

So today is your last
chance, because this will
be my last breathing
day.