As I look at them, I wonder
Would they miss me
Or coninue on without a ponder
And would they see

That I am no longer there
Do I matter to these people
Or do they not care
That I wanted my service at a steeple

If I don't matter
I could end it all here and now
And end the harmful gossip and chatter
But how would I do it, how?

How would I take my life and the pain away
The pain when they call me weird and freaky
What is the best way
So my feelings are no longer creaky

Would I make more people happy
If I was dead
Or would their lives be crappy
Without me instead

Whatever the solution to my problem is
It is not suicide
Suicide is never the answer to this
I just have to ignore their hurtful chides

And just live my life
To the fullest
No matter how hard the strife
Or who treats me the cruelist