Suicide

You'd find me in the bathroom floor.

The water would still be running

While you laugh outside the door,

not caring, because you never did -

And you'd probably make fun of me

Like you do when you think I'm not home

Awful words that make me want to cry,

But I think I got the last laugh.

You'd find me when the water runs

Through the cracks of my bedroom door

Realizing maybe something

Really was wrong, and you'd come in

To pink tinged blood

but the door wouldn't open at first

And for a moment you'd think all was fine

You'd see me then

Silent, still - so so still

Two slits of red, so easy to let go

Eyes staring at the white toned ceiling

Unblinking, finally unfeeling

And maybe you'd realize -

Maybe you'd finally realize...

You wouldn't really find me

Cus' I'd be long gone

Oh I'd love to be gone

And maybe you'd cry

but maybe you wouldn't

You never cared in life, after all

And maybe you'd understand

But then, you never saw

What you didn't want to see.

(Good Luck trying to unsee me).