If I were to die today, what would be said?
What whispered words would fill the empty space where I once stood?
Would it be simply the common, "she was so young" or, "how tragic"? Or would I be worth prettier words, words that hold more meaning?
How many people would jump on the chance to gain attention because they were friends with the dead girl. How many fake friendships would be molded inside the mouths of the living?
If I were to die today, would you cry? If I were to become a flitting ghost would I be able to lose track as I tried to count your tears or would I only be able to count the seconds it took you to get over me.
If I were to die today, would you plan to bring sunflowers to my funeral? Would you drown among the sea of, 'my condolences' being sent out by so many like a swarm of nats?
Or would you sit aloft in a boat built out of broken promises?
If I were to die today, would you be at all surprised or would you shake your head and whisper a simple " I told you so" to yourself?
If I were to die today, would people say things like, "I never saw it coming" or ask themselves, "where were the signs?"
If I were to die today, would you call me weak?
Would all of my pain be sent to someone else or would it rot the grass above my grave?
If I were to die would you be able to look down inside my casket and look at my cold and painted face or would you sit in the back row with your fits clenched?
If I were to die today, how many people would try and take the blame? How many therapists would hear my name?
If I were to die today, would you miss me the most tomorrow or a year later on the anniversary of my death? How long would it take before you stopped coming to my grave? How long before I am left alone under the cold ground?
If I were to die today, how quickly would I be forgotten? How long would it be before you won't shed a single tear?
If I were to die today, would my last breath taste sweet as it leaves, my mouth?
