Sometimes I wonder if anyone would care if I was gone. Would anyone
notice? Or would I be just another dead body, taken too far by the
people who claim to care the most, yet all they do is hurt. Sure,
my family and friends would miss me, for about a year, maybe too,
but let's face it. Eventually they would forget. They would
turn to the same old patterns. I would be just another depressed
teenage suicidal who was overdramatic and decied to
take measures to the extreme. Would anyone care? I didn't
think so.