It's quiet when we're mutes. The acts of an optimist, But some of us may Never see the world. I hope the next time you Slit yours wrists It's not for show. None of us are neccessary As soon as we're born We begin to age, I can feel me dying. Reminisce of now, Until there's nothing Left to do but die. Who amongst us would choose Today for but one thing alone? The world turns, But we don't feel it.