Will You Miss Me When I Did Poem by scott con

As I sit in my room and cry on bed thinking about all the stuff that made me wrong in my head
i wonder if i would make it to be 20 and then i think of all the people that would miss me if i go
And even then i still want to go but then I meet someone who saved my life and for the first time
I was happy in side and then ever thing turn black I was hurt a gen remember when you left blue sky’s turn in to darkness and night and as I stud in my kitchen with a knife and as I cried and cried and bled and bled I relies I was finely going home ¿