I killed myself last December...
That Christmas.
There was no Christmas tree.
There was no happy Christmas music playing.
And there was no family dinners.
My friends couldn't keep their head up.
They spent hours in their rooms.
Screaming at nothing.
Screaming that they'd do anything
for me to come back
and I was confused because I thought
and believed people
would be happier without me
5 months after I died it was April
The flowers were blooming
The leaves were turning green again
Spring was starting
But I still haven't seen
My friends or family smile
Like they did when I was around.
I started to think
Maybe people did love me
Maybe I made their lives worth living
Maybe I was the only one
Who tried to make that
Boy in math class smile everyday
Because I knew what
It was like to not be able to laugh
And now he has a reason to smile
Maybe people did miss me
And maybe people really did care about me.
Too bad they didn't start showing it
Until I was gone...
