Oh just how beautiful life could've been for everyone,
if only I was not a part of their lives or anyone's,
They could've been so happy,
if only I picked the knife,
if only I killed myself in one of those nights.

Oh just one less imperfection for them,
if only I could break every bone in my body and do something so well,
One less problem for them,
if only I kept my happiness to myself.

Oh how I wish I could disappear into thin air,
Will then I find out if they really care ?
They could've been a perfect happy family,
if only I died truly.

When will they realise that I am the root of their problems and not the stem,
Now ripping me apart completely to kill me is the only way for them,
When will they understand that they can't kill me by cutting me into small pieces,
Even after doing that my thorn's will remain all around the places.

Oh how happy they could've been,
if only I wasn't here,
Oh how happy I could've been,
if only I wasn't the reason behind their every year.

Oh how happy they could've been,
if only I was dead,
Oh how happy I could've been,
if only so many of my words were left unsaid.
© Prajakta