My Hurt

My first poem on this site.

If I was in tremendous agony;
I'm sure,
I'd want to die.
Suddenly the thought of parents, siblings.
Think of the pain you would leave behind.
Surely it'd be a crime,
To die this young,
And in your prime.
It'd be selfish to inflict such hurt,
Upon your loved ones.
But what of my suffering?
Why would it not be selfish,
To keep me in pain.
For the benefit of others,
Why should I remain?