You Don’t Care…So Why Not?

What if I did it, just blew my fucking face up?

Would you cry at my funeral or be too worried about your make-up?

What if I just did it, slit my wrist and let it bleed?

Would you be there for my mother in her time of need?

What if I just did it, popped a hundred fucking pills?

Would you get there in time to stop the Seraquills?

What if I just did it, just stepped in front of a truck?

Would you call it suicide or just bad luck?

What if I did it, just put this shit to an end?

Would you know my name, would you remember me then?!

What if I was gone and you could never bring me back?

Would you be sorry you ever made me pack?

What if suddenly I wasn’t here anymore?

Would you finally love me when they close the coffin door?

What if I decided to OD on meth?

Would I finally be important to you in death?

So what if, now, I decide it’s too hard to try?

Would you even give a FUCK if I die?

A/N: I wrote this tonight. I hate my life and everyone around me and tonight I wish I was dead. Read and review or not who cares?

Sexy Sammy

Love, Luck, and Lollypops ;)