Sometimes I think...
what would it be like to die?
Would anyone care?
Would anyone cry?

Why should they care now?
They never cared before.
And then I wonder why,
they didn't care more.

And then I think...
Who is going to cry?
They didn't used to care,
So why care when I die?

Maybe now they'll see,
how bad I truly felt.
And as they read this poem,
all of their hearts will welt.

I'll make them cry,
for all the pain they put me through.
Maybe if ONE PERSON cared,
it could've been YOU.

But nobody did,
and nobody should.
So this is a farewell,
I hope life without me is good.




 
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