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Does anybody even notice?

Does anybody even care?

If I slit my throat would you?

Should I do it or not?



Pain and heartache inside me forever,

Shattering my already frail heart,

Why is it so bad when it happens?

Why does it burn like a flaming cross?



The more you love, the more it hurts,

Never-ending pain and sorrow inside,

If I could cut it out I would, but I can't,

So it stays, burning a hole in my heart.



Suicide is the easy way out,

I'll stand-up to myself and,

Feel it penetrate my neck and arm,

Hot blood flowing away from care.



Leaving everything behind,

I gently feel myself drifting,

Away from life and pain,

Never feeling care or love again.