My start over

Is there really a value to this thing we call living
Forever isn’t in my favor
I won’t live forever

 I hurt myself on the outside to try and kill
the thing which is inside
Maybe one day I’ll kill this pain
Or maybe this pain will kill me
It was a way to break free

They only care when you’re gone
My story has come to an end, But yours must go on
here's where my story ends not because I ran out of paper or ink its because I'm finally done with this life and everyone in it .