What am I supposed to do
When I'm no longer necessary to anyone?
Not saying I ever have been
Or ever will be.

You seemed to have had all the answers
Wisdom I could not fathom in a lifetime
So, Danny, tell me. . .
For what reason do I exist?

It's painful to live, and that was my own sentence
Back when I decided to kill myself slowly.
You remember, don't you?
That was one question you could not answer.

"I'll always be here," you said,
Well where are you now?
When I need you the most, I can't call you
Nor can I expect you to visit anymore.

Pain isn't scary when it's all you've ever felt,
What is scary is the uncertainty that I'm even needed
As I'm seeing myself more and more as a hindrance
And am being treated as though I'm not there.

I'll carry my sentence out until I'm satisfied, I told you
In the meantime, I'll try to atone for my wrongs,
Because lives shouldn't be ignored,
Which is something those who claim to care for me have yet to learn.