What if one day...it suddenly stopped?
That beating ba-bum ba-bum inside my chest
ceased and became silent?
Would you care?
Would you regret the lies
and all that hate?
Would you go to my grave,
with tears on your face,
and tell me you're sorry for all of my pain?
Pain that you caused.
Or would you laugh,
and curse my cold, deceased body,
as I lie helpless and gone?
Never to return,
and to never belong...
YOU ARE READING
Sure, Thanks, I am Fine
PoetryDepression Anxiety Insomnia Heartbreak Unloved Crazy Scared Joyful Happy Bullied Everything listed here is something I've either felt or gone through. As have many others. But is it easy to say out loud? No, it never is.
