Weather I'm alive or dead

Weather I'm alive or dead It would be the same Nobody would cry Not even CJ My presence would Turn in to absences And my absences would Turn in to memories Weather I stay or go Nobody would know About the burns I hide Under my clothes or the thoughts about ending it all No one not even my Friends would know why It has to all end All the plains we made Would go to waist and all The memories would Fade in to silence Crys of pain even Tho it was just the begging My end was near and My happiness was fading