Suicidal Thoughts

I keep having these thoughts
In the back of my head,
Like Nobody loves me
and I should be dead
I have these thoughts
about putting that
gun to my head or
taking that razorblade
to my wrists,
Do you care enough
to stop me, or would
you stand there
and watch me?
It's now up to you
if I live or die..
'Cause I'm so sick
of trying to decide.