if i die would any one even care
would they even notice
that they have no one to yell at
and blame for every little bad thing
that has ever happen to them
. . .
if i die would any one miss me
would they even shed a tear
. . .
if i die would they realize that
it was there fault that i hated
myself so much to end it
. . .
if i die would they be sorry
would they wish they
could take back every
mean thing they
every did or said to me
. . .
as i stand on the edge would
anyone try to talk me down
. . .
as i hold the gun to my head
would anyone try to take the
bullets out
. . .
as i hold the knife to my writs
would anyone take the knife away
. . .
as i hold the pills in my hand
would any one knock them out
. . .
as i stand to step off the chair
with the nose around my neck
would anyone try to cut the rope
. . .
i didn't think so
. . .
as i jump from the edge,
pull the trigger,
guide the knife down my wrist,
swallow the pills,
step off the chair,
i know my time is up and
my pain is over
. . .
right now i really don't care
what is going to happen
once i'm gone
all i care about is that
i am gone and away
from them and all the pain
. . .
now i am finally free
