If I Died Now

Fight for them. Save them. Deliver them from ultimate evil. Protect them from their own insecurities. See that they realize the importance of their life.

If I died right now, will anyone cry?

Will anyone actually care if I choose to survive?

If I die right now, will everyone simply stare,

Or will they actually carry a grief that they can barely bare?

I know my family might, but will anyone else?

If I continue, does it matter to anyone?

Or will they just provide me the gun?

The gun that I use to die by my own hand,

And I join the Desert as another grain of sand?

Or have I already? I don't know.

As my pain continues to grow,

I am left with feelings I cannot show,

Because no one cares.

These are the thoughts of many live,

Live alone within their own thoughts,

Thinking they're alone to fight for themselves,

Always putting others on their top shelves.

They hate themselves a lot, or so they think,

For they think others hate them to the point,

The point of where they are driven to the brink,

Of the hatred and paint on the false mask they annoit.

The hatred they think others have for them.

They are not crying for attention, they are not fake,

Why don't you all see the truth, for goodness sake,

That people suffer from something so very real,

This is not a lie, this is the real deal!

So change your ways, show them the truth,

That they are not alone, that they aren't just brutes,

That they do deserve to live, not to die alone,

By their own hand! I repeat, not by their own!

They don't deserve to die at all,

So, many answer my calls,

We must save these people,

We must climb to the highest steeple.

To save these people who suffer so bad,

To show them that their lives are absolutely worth had.