I blame you all..

Will i be here tonight
or will i be dead?
will i be smiling peacefully
with a knife above my head?

if i die tonight
will you ever care?
i guess you don't
coz the pain got too much to bear.

As i take the knife
and press it across my throat
in my own blood
on the floor i wrote

"To those who mourn, i love you for you cared.
To those who laugh, if it weren't for you, i'd still be there".