My eyes are just like yours,
full of fear.
Tell me,
what would you do if I wasn't here?
Would you move on,
like nothing ever happened?
Or would you cry yourself to sleep
and feel frightened?
Tell me,
what would you do?
What would you do if you knew
I killed myself because of you?
Not just once you said,
that if I die you'd die too.
But tell me,
would you?
Would you be able to do it
if I really died?
Or you'd better just fake a smile
and pretend you haven't cried?
Really,
tell me what you would do.
Cause if you'd die,
I'd die just like you.
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The Walk
PoetryThe walk through my life. Through the points where i feel down to feeling good and back again. Warning: These poems may be depressing, suicidical and sad. These poems are usually related to what i feel and what is going through my mind.
