Everyday
I think about how easy it’d be to kill myself
Whether it’d be to jump off a building
Or even stab myself
But then I stop to think
There’re still a few things I have yet to complete
I use to think who would care if I die?
My Parents?
Please
They’ve already proven that I’m a mistake
Only reason they pretend to care is so no one would think differently of them.
But besides them
I’ve met a few friends
I know most wouldn’t give a fuck
Some might even forget I was ever alive
But then I started to contemplate
Few might actually care, cry, or even suffer
And I don’t want to hurt anyone I love
I also started to realize
There are still a few that might really need my help
And pondered on what would happen if I wasn’t there for them
I’ve often thought about how easy suicide could be
Whether it’d be to O. D. myself
Or even hang myself
But unquestionably there’s something stopping
I still have lots to complete
And there’s a lot I can’t leave incomplete.