I think not

I know for long I won't be here,
But do they even see?
Will any of them shed a tear,
When they've seen the last of me?
Oh, answer just this question,Lord,
Tell me only this,
When I'm finally dead and gone,
Will I even be missed?

I think not
So here I am
with this razor
In my hand
I cut once
I cut twice
Hoping to
end my life

Oh, isn't it ironic
How fatal life can be
And though I focus on it
I know I have no destiny
So answer just this question
And tell me only this
When I'm six feet under
Will I even be missed?

It's an odd poem. But that's because I was writing a song that I couldn't finish. Sorry for the crappy work guys. But I needed to write it down before I forgot it. Thanx for wasting ur time.