Unfinished Song

Unfinished Song
I’d find myself before I’d find God,
But the truth is,
We’re both long gone.
But it’s too late,
Sing me another song.
I’d find you inside of me,
Eating me away,
Harmless as can be.
I’ll tie you up,
Put you around my neck,
Hang myself and jump off the 5th deck.
So you could,
Finish the job.
Off cutting me completely off.

If I died tonight, would anyone care? Would anyone really be affected, or effected or whatever. I mean, the most anyone would do is be sad and make a Facebook post about me. Nobody on tumblr knows me, so none of you would be impacted by my death. I know my Grandma would be thrown into a world of awfulness. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore, I’m just hoping I can wait til off myself after my grandma is gone. I don’t want to put her through that. I don’t know. I’m stupid, I’m sorry.

When I die, don’t put me in a casket, just throw my body in the ground. Don’t put me in fancy clothes, put me in clothes I’d normally wear. And plant a tree ontop of my grave so I’ll still live long after I’m dead.