I stood on my cloud
Smiling like a fool
'I finally made it'
I thought

Looking down I saw the people I loved;
My mother stood in her kitchen
Having heard the news
She cried

My friends
They struggled to grasp that I was gone
Loved them,

Then there were the people,
Standing around
Continuing on
Not even noticing,

They didn't know me,
And they should live,
Just like I hope one day those I love,
Will realize that I couldn't do;
Live.

Among those people,
Living without a care,
That I was no longer there.
There were some broken,
Sad faces.

They cut their wrists,
Cried themselves to sleep,
And wished to die.
Those people that people will wonder 'why?'
When they no longer stand on the ground.

But for now,
They die a little inside everyday,
And keep up the mask,
That hides their demons.

And I will watch and wish them well,
Just because I died,
And they still have the will,
The will to survive.