"Say you're crazy."

No.

"You're crazy."

Not today.

"You run and hide."

I know this.

"Are you aware of your insanity?"

No.

"Let go."

I did.

"You're not worth it."

I'm not.

"Bleed out in pain."

I do.

"Why are you leaving?"

I don't know

"You know."

I do.

"So, why wait?"

Wait?

"Wait."

I'm not ready.

"You won't be if you wait."

I'm ready.

"You will be."

When?

"You let go."

I'll let go.

"Admit it."

I'm crazy.

"You're insane."

My insanity puts me at ease.

"You're worthless."

I am.

"You're weak."

I'm not strong.

"You're pathetic."

I cry out.

"Leave."

I will.

"You're scared."

Yes.

"Don't be."

I am.

"Once you're gone everything will be better."

I know.

"Your pain is resembled as a razer blade."

Everyday.

"The trigger is close."

Right at my skull.

"Pull it."

I will.

"Now."

Click.Boom.

"The End."