Do I allow people in? Do I let them hold me while I cry?

Do I tell anyone know about the scars on my skin? Or should I push them away with a goodbye?

Is it absurd to even question it?
Any of that would surely result in being ripped to shreds.

I wonder what I'll be reminisced as, and no I'm not trying to sound cliché.
I want to know what'll pop into people's minds, when they hear my name.

Will I even be remembered? Will I leave an impact?
Was my kindness unmeasured? Or were my feelings too detached?

Did I destroy? Were your expectations of me surpassed?
Did I bring sorrow or joy? Did I leave people perfectly intact?

Did I make people go crazy good or crazy bad?
Was I anyone's perfect match?

Did I make people smile? Did I make people laugh?
Did I make the time they spent with me worth the while? Did I make them forget their troubles as the seconds passed?

Was my love strong and powerful?
Or was my heart pitifully poor?

Did I hurt? Did I stab?
Did I make anyone's vision blurred? Did I lead on until they became overly attached?

When my death arrives, will there be shattering heartaches?
Or will there be already broken people rejoicing at my fate?

"Razors pain you; rivers are damp;
acids stain you; and drugs cause cramps.
Guns aren't lawful; nooses give;
gas smells awful; you might as well live."