It would be so much easier if I were invisible. You could blame all your anger on everyone. On whoever caused you pain. Messed up your mind and made you go insane. It would be so much easier to give in and let everyone win. Let everyone step all over you and control your every move. It would be so much easier to just lose control. Letting all of your anger, tears, and sins out. You could yell at everybody. You could sit and pout. It would be so much easier if I were dead. I could watch everyone from high above. Or from 6 feet below the ground. Sitting there thinking without making a sound. It would be so much easier if I killed myself today. I wouldn�t have to go day-to-day without wondering what to say. Without feeling all the pain that drove me so mad I went insane. It would be so much easier if I left you now. Take my father�s pistol and make it go pow. Fall to the ground with blood all around. Shot in the head. I thank God I�m dead.