When my last daybegins to grow near,who will be the onethat sheds the first tear?Will they miss meor even give a care?Or will they be happythat I’m out of their hair?What if my last dayis caused by a knife?Who would be the one to cry,”Why not my life?”?Will it take deathto show them I care?To show them that,I am something rare!What if my last dayis caused by a gun?Who would be the one to yell,”His life had just begun!”?I loved them all, andI gave my heart.And pleaded to them, I never wanted to part.My last day has come,so don’t be sad.I know it’s hard,but it’s not that bad.I loved you all,and now it’s done.But don’t worry, what’s done is done.My day has come, and I wanted it like this.So don’t worry my friends,I’m nothing to miss…