• I sit here and think,
    "Would anyone miss me?"
    I only know of one person,
    And he isn't here to stop me.

    I think of all the ways,
    That I could end my life.
    Cutting, jumping,
    O'Ding, and pill popping.

    But then I talk to him,
    And I forget.
    I forget why I'm depressed,
    Sad, mad, and miserable.

    He is the only thing I care about,
    The only thing in my worth living for.
    My family's disowned me,
    My friends have shunned me.

    He is my only constant,
    My only center.
    And for that,
    I am grateful.