Scary game, Nothing's the same, Don't call out my name, I'll be gone by that time. I might die, To you it might be a lie, You'll just look at me a sigh, This is your last chance to say goodbye. Black roses, Red floors, You'll be thinking that i'm poor, I can't take this pain anymore. Open the door, Scream loud, Because you've finally found, My dead body on the ground. Slit wrists, Covered in blood, You run screaming, Screaming that someones commited suicide. You finally realize, That i've never existed, In some people's eyes, Incluiding yours. Close the door shut, They'll never find me, It was just an accident, That was meant to happen. As they put the blanket over my head, You finally understand, How i felt inside, You understood that i was dead and i cried. The funeral has finally come, No one arrived, When the funeral begun, You're all alone. You look back, At those fake smiles, Trying to figure out, Why i lied. You visit my grave, You took a look at the stone, It said nothing but, I'm all alone. You shake your head, And think of those times, That you made fun of me, And told me that i could die. You then try to forget, Your past, Everything, Now you understand my emotions. You walk away, With nothing to do, You then pretend that everything's ok, And you lie. You visit my grave, Every so often, You try not to think, About the pain inside. You're 28 now, Have you forgotin, Everything thats happened, Have you forgotin your past? Pain can't last, Suffering can, In the end, You might end up sliting your own wrists. This is a poem i wrote because... well... that ... just understand i have my reasons and i don't feel like explaining it. i'm not blaming or taking my anger on any one but one of my family members. so don't worry about me being mad at any of you cause i'm not. I'm just mad at a family member.