Sure, call me suicidal
Send me away to one of those hospitals.
But at least when its all over,
no one will care since they’ve all already prepared.
In the end?
I’ll just shrug, saying “Oh well.”
If I was told I had a day to live,
I’d probably smile.
I’d watch as they all pittied my lack of a life-
But the problem is I never had one.
They’d fight to have as much time as they could,
as if even half of them ever even cared.
In the end?
They’ll all still be holding me by chains.
While most would be lost in a loathing;
Puddle of self pitty if you will.
I’ll lie back, and await the inevitable heart attack.
They’ll spend their time,
weeping over this time that they’re not on wasting,
but don’t even have.
Fuck, I’m just going to take a nap.
Because if you’re like me?
Then nothing will change, even if it was your last breath.
It’s not like anyone wanted me living anyway.
My last words?
“See ya suckers.
Fuck the world!”
