I would never, ever, never,
Kill myself of sadness,
To die at my own bloody hands,
And to leave the world I know.
But sometimes I do wonder,
What everyone else would say,
If I left this world I know and love,
And leave without a trace.
Would they go on with life,
As if I wasn\'t there?
Or would they cry and mourn,
And wish I was still there?
Do these people really care and love?
Or is it just an act?
Because what I am enduring,
Seems like a false act.
Would they be glad I\'m gone?
Or would they speak nothing of it?
Will they remember me always?
Or forget and leave me dying?
Which is why I do sometimes wonder,
What would happen if I were gone,
Would they be depressed and lonely?
Or would they be glad that I had gone?