If I committed suicide...
I wonder how many
gasps,
cries,
screams,
tears,
or words will be spoken as a sign of love


But then I remembered..
It's 3:25am and I'm
alone,
tired,
scared,
sore,
and silently screaming for help


No one really
notices,
cares,
thinks,
shows,
any sort of attention


If I commit suicide...
please don't say you
missed me,
loved me,
cared for me,
found beauty within me,
or I should have tried harder


Because I wouldn't have a stomach full 
of pills
and blood stained wrists at 3:26am
if you
missed me,
loved me,
cared for me,
or found beauty within me.