As I sit here and cry I start to wonder who would miss me if I were gone tomorrow. Who would cry, who would sigh, who would die, and who would wonder why? I look in the mirror and ask, “Who the fuck are you?” I try to think of a reason why not, but I am flooded with reason why I should. I have gotten to a point where I don’t care about me or anyone else. I want to talk to nobody, I want to see nobody. I just need to know right now, who would miss me if I weren’t here tomorrow?
http://www.tengaged.com/play/behind_you_hunter