What would you do
If there was nothing left of me
But my spirit
Wandering around?
What would you do
If there was nothing left of me
But my head,
Keep staring at the ground?
What would you do
If there was nothing left of me
But my love
That will never go away?
What would you do
If there was nothing left of me
But my choice
Not to stay even just for a day?
What would you do
If there was nothing left of me
But all the memories
We shared?
What would you do
If there was nothing left of me
But the knowledge
That I actually cared?
What would you do
If there was nothing left of me
But the thought
That my last words were a lie?
What would you do
If there was nothing left of me,
But everyone remembering me as that girl
Who was always so shy?
What would you do
If there was nothing left of me
But all the lies
You told you friends?
What would you do
If there was nothing left of me
But the fact
That I just wasn't anymore among the trends?
What would you do
If there was nothing left of me
But your mind telling you in my voice
"Why did you have to kill me?"
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Hidden Thoughts
PoetryThere are more and more depressed people every day and it's about time someone starts talking about it. Since I am no exception, my words paint a picture of the ups and downs of this mental illness.
