Dark Lines

If I Were to Die

As the dreadful days drive by
I wonder, with tearful eyes
What would other's life be like,
If I were to simply die?

My mind crawls to funeral day
A sea of black, clouds of grey.
Tears like Gucci, real and fake
The wind drags my memory away.

I then see the headstone,
My curly name sitting alone.
Only withered flowers will remember
The dead girl from that home.

I will warily watch and weep
As you break what you meant to keep.
How will you face your reflection
Knowing your words were those of deceit.

I imagine hereafter as a dark sad place.
How I long for an (your) embrace
But you won't dream of me anymore,
All our memories, you will erase.

That's what my death would be like,
The black of a bee from a small hive.
Yes, it might sting on impact
But soon, the swelling will subside.

Daily, I watch them with a smile
Thinking its as fine as dark wine
That yes, that would be their lives,
If I were to simply die.