Please don't pay attention to me
we know you only see my glittering personality
we know you can't see me failing, falling
we know you can't picture the same as me
all the blood from my throat, glistening
all for you to stare, is it mocking?
if you were to see this picture would it be relieving?
i can see it
a knife across my throat, burning
the blood pouring out, slowly oozing
the last glimpse of life, would it be rewarding?
would all those i leave behind be saddening?
or would they all be forgetting?
or even worse would they be gossiping?
no one would be blaming
it's not your fault i'm slipping
it's never your fault that i'm not griping
it's not like you're not caring
i know you are,
all that's left to wonder now is am i daring?
