What would people say if I took this knife and silently slipped away,
Without a second thought or goodbye.
What would people say if I never woke up one day,
Without leaving a note or giving a reason.
What would people say if I were swinging from a tree,
Without joy but in silence.
What would people say if I slowly faded away,
Without hope of ever coming back.
What would people say if I took my life slowly leaving the proof all over my body,
Without a care about what people say.
What would people say if I said what is there left to live for if everything is too good to be true.
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