Death...

Death would be easy,
death would be quick,
death would put a stop to all of this shit.
But where would it get me?
Nowhere... but i would be missed.
It wouldn't get me joy, it wouldn't get me fame
but it would put a stop to all my suffering and pain.
It would hurt my family and it would hurt my friends
but most of all it would hurt you till the end.
Yet it still wouldn't matter to me.
I would be done, I would be free.
I wouldn't haven't to put with it anymore.
It would be over, it would be through.
No longer worrying bout what I'll have to do.
I'll be missed and I'll miss you.
That's why death wouldn't do.
But it would be easy
and it would be quick,
it would put a stop to all this shit.