If I die today,
Would anyone care?
To pray for my soul, to get salvation,
Would they have a minute to spare?
Lived as a lonely abandoned child,
Would my funeral have anyone's presence?
Or would I still be last on their list of priorities,
And just the priest would say a farewell sentence?
I see the rope hanging before my eyes,
So easy it'd be to climb and jump.
One last moment of pain and struggle,
And then there would just be another corpse to dump.
Would ending this life end the hurt and pain,
Would death really give the peace and solace?
Would I leave a tiny hole in their hearts of stone,
Or would I be wiped off the map without a trace?
No use trying to fix this irreparable life,
Ending it now looks like the ultimate solution.
Consider it a conscious choice or a helpless constraint,
To get eternal peace, this is my only option.