Of my death
I can't help but wonder
About how it would all go.

Would you know?
Would my family tell you
Why I wasn't at school?
Would you call my house?
Would the teachers announce
that I wasn't coming back?

Oh, my dear friend,
If I die don't feel like it's
Your fault.
I would honestly have so
much to tell you.
I would want you to know
That I died..
Weird enough...

But I would want you to know
why I disappeared.
I probably stabbed myself
Or jumped off my roof.
I may have drank poison
Or simply push my nose
Up my head into my brain.

Why do I always think
Of these sort of things?