Pain
 
Upon this day I wonder of my life.
If no one cares, why do I live?
But then again, who does care?
If I went away, to a hospital in pain,
Who would visit, to brighten the day?
One, few, or many? This I do not know.
This I could find out, and this I will.
I hurt myself, I feel the pain and see the blood.
The lights flash, the sirens roar.
Off I go, to a white room, medicine for the pain.
I stay awake, to count the visits,
Days pass, and none have shown.
Medicine I get to dull the pain,
Yet a pain still remains.
The crash that wounded me,
I wish killed me, for no medicine can cure this.
I plan my death, how and when.
The one thing that will change my mind,
Is a person, one to show I am not alone.
But alone in this world I am,
My life I gave for them, the people that never cared,
And for giving my life for nothing for them,
I take my life for me, my funeral to be alone.
In death as in life, alone I am.