who would care?

i want to take the blade and cut my skin
who would care ?
who would want me to live ?
im thinking of who will miss me
and my mind comes up blank
so without another thought
i take the blade to my skin
and feel my pain bieng relieved
but only temporarily i only made a small cut
so now im crying tears of pure joy
becasue i can feel my life ending
i can feel all my memories
slipping away
but before they all do
i see the faces
of all of them
the people who would care
if i died
the people who would cry
the people who would remember me
but before i could think about
what i had just done
the darkness finds me
and im gone