If I died,
Would anyone notice?
If I slit my throat,
Would anyone care?
Am I even really here?
Or am I just a figment of my own imagination?
When I bleed do I feel pain,
Or do I just think I should feel it so I pretend to?
Am I just a ghost?
Am I a nobody to you?
Do you see me?
Or do you just look straight through?
Is it me?
Or is it you?
Am I going insane?
I think I might be,
Am I going mad?
Or am I just me?
Am I suicidal?
Yes,
I definitely am,
And there's no one to stop me,
No one who cares enough to stop me,
So what am I to do,
I'll go downstairs,
Take the knife from the kitchen,
Slit my own throat,
I'll leave a note,
Make sure everyone knows I did it myself,
And that will be the end,
Then people will pretend to care,
Some will even pretend to cry,
But I'll know it is all fake,
I'll know and I'll watch and I'll laugh,
Because my soul will stay and walk the earth,
I'll make those people care.
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