What's Going to Happen

I'm sitting in the dark, dying of this thought.
Is this the end of me? She left with nothing to do with me.
Maybe I just need to get drugged up? I don't know anymore.
I speak and breathe Ivree rain Barnett but does she even read these? Probably not.
Will she even read about me in the obituary? See what happened when I couldn't find her? Probably not.
She hates me so much I can feel it, looking in the mirror deciding whether to just kill this.
Ivree give me a sign if your read this, tell me I'm not shit, smash me with the truth.
Show me how much I never meant shit, tell these wonderful people how things were.
Ivree rain Barnett just show a sign that you read these poems about you, please I beg to know, before I go