No Need For Me Poem by Crimson Haze

Everyday my heart breaks,
and now I wonder if I'll make it through the day.

So many memories that now haunt me,
tears I didn't allow myself to shed.

Blaming myself for everything,
and now I wonder
am I better of dead?

Surly these people whom I call friends,
would be better off not needing to worry about me,
or have to hear these sad stories.

Will I make it through the day?
Will they let me take it all away?
Or should I just do it anyway?