If I killed myself,
Who would care,
I mean really really care,
No one would miss me,
I'd become a faded memory,
A fragment of an emptied past,
I'm worthless,
No one would mind my disappearance,
No one would even notice I bet,
Make me a list and tell me,
I'll wait until you're done,
No one would miss me,
I told you,
Not even you would,
I know you wouldn't because you can't tell me,
The only thing you've done is given me false hope,
I get my hopes up at that point,
And IF things go sour,
I fall,
Harder than ever before,
And like a fragile vase,
I shatter on the floor before you,
But you don't mourn me,
You'd just scoff and give your love to the next one,
You don't pick up the pieces and grab the glue,
You don't think of what would happen IF,
You just do it,
And everything's harder for it,
You'll never come back,
There is no IF here,
It's truth isn't it?
And IF I did die?
You wouldn't give me the decency of a proper eulogy,
So at least tell me while I'm here,
Tell me what's truth before I do take that step,
Tell me IF that happens,
Tell me IF you love me,
It might be too late.
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Journal
PoetryThis is just a collaboration of poems that I wrote to get me through the day sometimes. Dealing with heartbreak tends to be deep and unforgiving but this was the only way I knew how
