Memories

I lye on my bed
in this dark and lonely room
thoughts running through my head
memories start coming to mind

memories of how i have been hurt
of how i have never been loved
i have been feeling this all my life
and now i lay here with a knife

should i do it?
would anyone care?
would anyone miss me?
do i dare?

no one would miss me
they wouldnt even cry
i sit here thinking of all my fears
just drowning in my own tears

wishing i was dead
but crying myself to sleep instead.