Dark Hearted JL's blog: "Understanding"

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.