i sit there and imagine
if anyone would notice
if I was gone

and i imagine
the world without me

i try to think of a reason
to stay
a purpose for me

i sit there and imagine
if anyone would even care
if i was gone

i try to think of a reason
for me to stay alive
if i will ever make an impact

i sit there and imagine
if anyone would help
if i needed it

i try to think of a reason
for life
but it seems I have writers block

i sit there and imagine
if anyone loves me
if anyone would ever

It seems I can’t think
of a reason to stay
next thing I know
The tile is stained red