Will you remember me after I die?
Will you remember how I lived my life?
Will you remember how I always wanted to cry?
How much I wanted to die.
All the things I wanted you to see.
Its not about you, its all about me.
This may be a permanent solution to a temporary problem.
But it is something that I feel has to be done.
I might not know that your going to miss me.
But how am I supposed to know unless you tell me.
Before I got tell me why.
Why I should have no reason to cry.
If not then Ill just say my goodbyes.
Leave you behind.
Grab a sharp knife.
Cut myself out of life.
