Can you see my tear stained face lying on the floor
Covered in my own blood, breathing no more?
Do you even care that I took my own life
In the middle of the night with this knife?
The knife that is now in the centre of my broken heart
Because everyone underestimated me and torn me apart
No one in my short and sour life ever truly knew me
Will any of you cry over my death or what will never be?
Will both my life and memories disappear meaninglessly
Or will I live on even after my death, even after my day?
Have I lived my life in vain or has my death meant something?
In the winter of my life I hope you will remember the spring
Remember me smiling and perfect but not with this knife
Do not remember me in my premature death remember me in life
