Is this goodbye

Is this goodbye
i now you'll ask why
why you made me bleed
all for a stupid deed
is that not it
would you like another bit
of a broken life
could i use a knife
or should i just wait
to get another mate
I'll stand in the dark
rite beside the park
to make a pool of blood
to wash away the mud
until i can find
a piece of my mind
where your not there
to stand and stare
to watch me cry
or fall down and die
i could slit my wrist
or use my fist
to feel the pain
just like the rain
always falling down
way to the ground
just like these tears
I'll stand at the peer
waiting to jump
you'll hear a loud bump
I'll travel to space
but never see your face