The only people who would care about my suicide is my mother but only because I am her half-glass full part of her life, along with her other sons.
Besides her, maybe my 2 friends, just maybe.
That’s it. That’s how much people will care.
Of course there are other people in my life such as my father and two brothers, but they don’t mean much to me. And another friend or two I don’t see related to me anymore.

So really, what is life worth when you’re just an ant?