i wish someone had known me well enough
To have noticed. Or that the people that
Knew me well enough actually cared
About me. Its funny or so it seemed, I was
Always there for them in their best and
Their worst. I could always tell when something
Was wrong. Its not like I was trying to hide it,
I AM IN PAIN!! My eyes read. No one could
Read them though. I wanted so badly for someone
To ask me, “hey, Is everything ok”. I would have told
Who ever that was how I felt. Share my suicidal
Thoughts, how I felt about my life, the reasons I wanted
to take my own life away, and with it part of my
Family’s life too. Maybe that imaginary person would have
Convinced me of how wrong I was. Maybe that person
That never came would have somehow how saved me.
Maybe.. maybe was not enough in my case.. I had since I
Remember been wanting to know who cared about me,
How many of my “friends” would attend my funeral..
I guess I will never find out. Just like nobody found out
I was in pain. A pain so great, so unbearable that kept me
From wanting to live. You probably haven’t realized it yeat
But I am death. By the time you finish this I’ll be on my way
To that other world we wonder so much about. Or maybe not.
You don’t even know me, well actually now you do. But you
Probably think I was a coward, irresponsible, emo. Trust me
None of the above apply.. this were my last words. On my last breaths.
