When the strength you had fades.
Sometimes I wonder what people I know would do if I died.
What would happen if I Flat lined?
Whether suicide or accident...
I know many people with be up set.
There are three I've never been able to be sure.
Would they shrug it off like I was nothing?
Would they regret the last words we shared?
When I already question if they want my love or not, will hey regret not taking it?
A more important question is why they won't accept that I love them?
One has told me they don't understand the way I love, and that if if works for me good for me.
I just can't help but wonder their reaction.
A better question is why am I even thinking about this?
Why am I thinking about me committing suicide, or dying from an accident?
I would love to know.
Is it because I'm thinking of a pain that fallows me through life?
Is it because I look at my newest scars and ask myself why I'm so weak?
Or is it because I'm believing that I'm causing my own down fall?
What does it look like from the out looking in?
What do people see that I don't?
Potential?
Music?
Talent ?
Courage?
Strength?
A kind heart?
I have no clue any more.
God, please just save me from myself.
I have his from myself for so long I'm scared that the reality will be scarier then the actual monster I have inside.
Can anyone save me from myself?
YOU ARE READING
Do you even know?
PoetryDoes anyone know the feeling that no one knows you? That you always put on such a good act that people can never tell if you are okay or not?
