Hanging on a ledge by my fingertips, I jeopardize myself like this, and I know this, but I’m not worried.
I could die today and it wouldn’t really make a difference.
Not to me anyway, and they would all get past it eventually.
Probably, really they’d be better off, and let’s face it so would I.
Imagine all the heartbreak and pain I wouldn’t have to experience, and all the disappointments I would never visit on my loved ones.
It would be simple, and I’d never hurt anyone again.
But I’m only ten, and it’s my birthday party.