Good-bye

This is more than I can deal with.
I reached my limit long ago.
So I want to say I'm sorry.
But I have to go.

No one's been able to see,
The hurt that's in my soul.
It's finally coming out,
And that was always my goal.

I wanted them to see,
But not before it was too late.
So now here I sit,
Holding this knife straight.

Don't worry about missing me,
for I know none of you will.
Just act like I was never here,
that won't be hard, for you all have that skill.

I love you all, and,
I'll care for you all forever.
None of you care though,
You're probably going, "Whatever"