Isn’t it lovely how the last thought I have night is, wondering if I disappeared would anyone care?
The more I think this thought, the more it lingers in the air.
The more it lingers the more it begins feel unfair.
Why is this lingering thought following me, making me wish I wasn’t there?
Do I cry or scream, or leave it to stare?
Mocking me, teasing me with its empty glare.
Isn’t it lovely how I sit and regret even being born?
I sometimes wonder, if I died would anyone mourn?
Will anyone cry for me until crack of dawn?
Or is the only attention I will ever get when I honk a horn?
Is life going to be this way forever more? Isn’t it lovely how I need to take my life to be rid of you?
In such a hard time it’s easy to do.
I have some pills, I could take a few.
I will write this note so everyone knew.
The hardships of teenage life, though it’s nothing new