No one gets it
Until it punches
Them in the face
How can you
Do such a thing
Its quite simple
Once your soul
Is dead
Everyone treats you
Like you don't matter
Using you for their joy
Not caring what you feel
Trying to keep
Up the charade
Of being your friend
Pitying you
Whats the point
When no one
Really cares
Make them happy
Let them be
Free of you
Make yourself happy
Let yourself be
Free of the pain
A simple act
Pull the trigger
Slice a few veins
Crash your car
Step off the edge
Down the whole bottle
No one will notice
Until its too late
No one will care
Until they have to
Your memory will
Be lost in the past
Easily forgotten
