The death of other make me sad

But see other's suffer makes me glad

My head throbs with every movement

And I feel like I'm already dead

I stand beside my body as everyone cries

"Why did she have to die?"

I looked at the mirror and saw someone

It was so strange to be like this for so long

The words of guilt echo in my head

My mind is fading as well as my warmth

I ran to the door

Cause I couldn't take this anymore

Is this a goodbye?

Am I really going to die?!