Ironic

When things are meant to be broken,
What more is there to do?
I tried to fix what was wrong
Only to be heartbroken from you.

Is it too much to ask of anyone
That this agony could end very soon?
Because I'm sick and tired of waiting
And screaming thoughts within my room.

I wore my heart on my sleeve for too long,
And like money appeals to greed,
You found out before too long
How to make it hurt and how to bleed.

And now my wrists are in your clutch
They're now all yours to slit.
I can't move, can't even breath anymore
I'm beyond so through with it.

Stop playing games with a ghost
Because in this fight, nobody can win
But take your time to do it right
Slowly move the blade across the skin.

You'll see me laughing by the end
Only then, maybe you'll see
That I can give you nothing past life
And you've already killed me.

Now do you see why I smile?
It's not because I think it's through
It's the fact that it took all this
For me to realize I still love you.