Perspective

How aware are you
Do you constantly think back?
Have you ever thought backwards?
Not sure how, then I’ll show you

You remember the nights up all alone
Knife, pills, whatever you could get in hand
Only thing pulling you back is a simple thought
How will everyone else feel in the end

You think of people mourning
Those wishing you had never gone
But lemme sincerely ask you why
Why do you think this as you sit alone

Isn’t this what you hope for and dread?
Why’d  they only show up after then
Aren’t you just hoping they care at least a little bit
Just a show that every thought can be flipped