If I kill myself will anyone care,
Will anyone mourn me
Will anyone cry
Will anyone come come to my funeral
I know my mother will not be one
Will anyone remember me
Or will they forgot
Will people blame my mother for everything she's done
Will people say I fought depression since I was eleven
Or will they say that I was happy
and that they didnt see it coming
Will they say I was cowardly
Or that I was brave
Would anyone even care?
Do not even consider the
Do not even consider the temptation in those questions. Instead, take the advice of two great poets: T S Eliot, who says, "Because I cannot hope to turn again / Consequently I rejoice, having to construct something / Upon which to rejoice"; and Horace, who wrote, "Exegi monumentum aere perennius" [I have constructed a monument more enduring than bronze]. Construct your poems, on which you may rejoice, and raise them up into a monument more lasting than bronze. You have the talent to describe an intense experience---use it, and rejoice in it as you construct your tower of poems.
Starward
The Thing About Dying