memories are there forever
you cant seem to escape
from the thoughts in your head
when you see a picture or hear a song
it all means so much
it could make you cry
but sometimes
you just want to die

you begin to wonder
would anyone care
if they woke up one day
and you were not there 

suddenly the thought
of the blade on on the knife
becomes more appealing
than your will to live

you look at it there 
and then hear the door
it will be too late
by the time they get in
your life will no longer 
exist anymore