not missing much

As the sweet thoughts of suicide dance upon my head.
I ponder what it would be like if i were dead.

I wouldn't have this pain that keeps driving me insane.
I wouldn't have this fear that is holding me here.

I wouldn't have this flesh that makes me grotesque.
I wouldn't have these worries that makes my future blurry.
I wouldn't have this gloom that has cause you so much doom.


I wouldnt have anything, and I'm ok with that....