If I were to go, would you miss me?
If I were pass, would you care?
A noose around my neck, ready to step off the chair.
If I were to give up, would you protest?
If I were to quit trying, would you object?
Now just waiting for the pills to take effect.
If I were to be absent tomorrow, would it be cause for concern?
If I were to disappear, would it be cause for alarm?
As I watch the blood slowly drip down my arm.
If I told you I hate myself, would you worry?
If I told you I want to die, would you feel fright?
Because I might just commit suicide tonight.
If I were to go, would you miss me?
If I were pass, would you care?
Would you notice that I was ever there?
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To Infinity & Beyond
PoëzieA collection of my poems. I usually write dark poetry, but you never know what you can find in here. To Infinity & Beyond. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Copyright © *Unedited and a Work in Progress
