• "312, 313, 314," That's how many seconds it has been since I took my life.
    "298, 299, 300," That's how many seconds it's been since I droped the blod covered Knife.
    "Five whole minutes," That's how long ago my pitiful existence was about.
    :Five whole minutes," and now do you think anyone will notice, that's something I highly doubt.
    TWO MINUTES LATER
    My soul is staring at the lifeless shell drowning in it's own bloody pool.
    It let's out a sigh, for there's mothing it could do, nothing for that poor worthless tool.
    All around her no one ever cared, and she was to selfish to notice who did.
    Instead she had to end it all, but everyone turned away and hid.
    Did they realize now that when she was gone, that she held something for them all?
    That maybe she was what kept them form their fall?
    Or was it an illusion happening over again?
    No one cared or noticed, not any that called themselves her close friend.
    That's what she felt as the knife hit her with its final blow.
    Those last days she felt this, but no one cared to know.
    The last minute she cried countless tears,
    because she was finally getting what she wanted and she feared.
    Two last heart beats and one last breath,
    and now she wondered if there was any peace in death?