There's those bad days you know?
Some never forget, some let go.
Some will blow it off, I choose to cry.
Some push on, I wish to die.
I feel I'm more important than the tv.
Obviously without words you disagree
I seen it happen so many **** times
Your too busy and sorry that's fine
But some simple attention here and there
Your just another when I'm dead you'll care
It seems like that is the best way to deal
Unfortunately it's absolutely real
When I'm dead and gone I left with the thought you didn't cared
It doesn't matter what poems at my funeral you share
I hope your happy you lost this pitiful friend
Because no one will give a **** in your end
I of course would but I'm already dead and gone
You can reflect back on my poetry and songs
Its to late to say sorry because nothing will bring me back
So maybe this poem will make think of that
I love you and somehow always will
Even over you the reasons why I choose to ****
Don't look to the heavens or into the skies
Because your filling yourself with nothing but lies
There is nothing special about death but erasing of the pain
I hope you come to mind when it storms and rains