If I died, would you even know?
Just one little bullet, one single blow.

What am I to you, except a pain.
If I were dead, you would probably gain.

Am I the only one who feels this way?
Should I go on to see another day?

I'm confused, my life's a mess.
With death, comes no stress.

Would anyone even cry?
I bet all eyes would stay dry.

Sometimes I wish I could end it-
If death was meant for me...
I wish God would send it.