Isn’t it lovely how the last thought I have night is, wondering if I disappeared would anyone care?

The more I think this thought, the more it lingers in the air.

The more it lingers the more it begins feel unfair.

Why is this lingering thought following me, making me wish I wasn’t there?

Do I cry or scream, or leave it to stare?

Mocking me, teasing me with its empty glare.



Isn’t it lovely how I sit and regret even being born?

I sometimes wonder, if I died would anyone mourn?

Will anyone cry for me until crack of dawn?

Or is the only attention I will ever get when I honk a horn?

Is life going to be this way forever more? Isn’t it lovely how I need to take my life to be rid of you?




In such a hard time it’s easy to do.

I have some pills, I could take a few.

I will write this note so everyone knew.

The hardships of teenage life, though it’s nothing new