Families Pay

Sometimes the pain is to much to bare.
I can't breathe, sleep or even care.
My mind races and it won't seize.
So pass me the knife and pills please.
I'll take my life and you'll be glad.
Not feeling sorry and wont be sad.
I press the knife against my wrist.
I'm the only one who's off your list.
You finally learn the news and smile.
Because my families pain is worth your while.
But then you heard about my note.
It was about you that I wrote:
you made my life a living hell.
And not it is you I tell.
This is all your fault, watch my family cry.
It is because of you, I chose to die.'
You finally realized what you did.
And now you do it...you pop the lid.
You do the same and in your goodbyes.
You told my family to dry their eyes.
I'm sorry for the pain I caused you.
I didn't mean the things I said, I wish she knew.'
Now both of us are gone and I have to say.
Why did we make our families pay?