If I live
If I die
If I go away
If you never see me again
If I slit my wrists
If I pop a bottle full of pills
If I hang myself
If I eat a gun--
Oooooooooh, the magic words
That spell suicide
I won't do it, too chicken
But I have to know
Do I matter to you?
Or am I just someone online,
Like I was to the other one?
Why did I bother?
Were my sacrifices in vain?
YES! You scream at me
Should I leave you alone?
YES! You yell at me
Should I log on,
Hoping you'll notice me
And come to me first
Or should I not even bother to get on?
An answer would be nice
It won't be forthcoming
I know that much
But it would be nice
In the meantime, I'll sit here
Writing more trite poetry
Checking to make sure you're still there
And hoping you'll care
Written on March 16th, 2001