The day that ill die

Last night i was sitting and thinking... and the thoughts came in my head..

if i died who would notice
would they care??
should i give up and not even care?

then i looked at the knives and thought y shouldnt i try

i started out but then stopped...
i took out my pen...

i drew lines of anger
lines of hurt
on my wrist
its not worth my life to figure out if they would care if they would notice

but at least if i died some would be happy

but i no that day will come when i cant stop the thoughts
when that knive starts to cut!

and that will be the day that i will die!