Cut off all the ropes, and let me fall.

I wonder.

I wonder if I killed myself, would anyone cry? Or even miss me, really.
I wonder if people think about me. Ever.
I wonder if people leave school wondering why I didn't dare say one word.
I wonder if they ever question my foggy state.
I wonder if anyanyanyone wonders about me.

I wonder if they'd miss me if I were dead.


Now, the problem is, I highly doubt anyone would.
Highly, highly doubt it.

No one would miss me, or cry. No one thinks about me, no one considers my words. Or rather, my silence.
No one considers anything I have said.
And I'm sure...

so, so sure I've certainly said enough for a warning.

No one should be surprised.