Heartache.

I held on, thinking that I should. For you. I should. For my heart. I should.

Even though countless times I've tried to let you go. I didn't want to see you hurting.

All I wanted was for you to be happy. If this makes you happy. If this heals all the wounds I've caused. If this kills all the pain. Then I shall pass it. Even if I'm hurting inside. Even it my heart jnst wants to die. Even if all I want is to shed some blood.
This will be my sacrifice.