What if I died today?
I wonder how that would play out.
well for one thing I guess my parents would know I really was depressed
but **** them, I want to know how everything else would play out.

My dogs would be sad as **** and I'd feel bad for them.
but I feel like everyone else would get over it, eventually.
I can't really think of anyone who'd really miss me,
weird how the thing I'm most scared of is being forgotten.

Wouldn't be very hard to either.
What have I really done, well, I went to school.
Didn't really do much besides that
I was a friend, but an enemy too.
I was a lover, but a fighter the same.
I was an angel, but a demon in the end.
I was fun, but also very annoying.
I could keep going but you get the gist.

I'm not writing to anyone in particular this time, this poem is for whoever needs it.
No, not the depressed ones, we get enough "special treatment".
We have parents who "care"
Friends who "care"
Teachers who "care"
But to be completely honest I don't care
I keep talking about my problems and nothing (or no one) helps.
Which gets me thinking that I'm the problem.  

This is for everyone who's happy.
To you I say,
enjoy your happiness, the day you lose that you lose everything.

And no,
you're not gonna lose your car, home, kids, partner, etc.
but they'll lose you.