If I Died Today

Current mood: discontent
Category: Writing and Poetry

If I died today...
What would you do?
Cry your eyes out.
Scream my name.
Shout out to the heavens
to bring me back?

If I died today...
What would you say?
"She was a good friend.
Someone to depend on.
Oh, how could it end
on this glorious day?
How could you
why would you take her away?"

If I died today...
How would you feel?
Shattered, broken, confused.
Lost in the darkness
can't find where the hearts is.
Isn't it hard to keep playing and lose
what you cared for the most?

If I died today...
Would you wish?
That you hadn't been so selfish.
We never had that fight.
You spent more time to talk to me
so late into the night,
and when I call you wouldn't blow me off.
Maybe you'd always answer.
Or even stand there by the phone
let my call like be your cancer.

If I died today...
Would you care?
Was I anything to you,
and did you even know
that I was there?
I was right beside you waiting,
and I hoped that you would notice
how I stare at you with eyes
so full of empty hope that they would
choke you if you ever caught their glare.

If I died today...
Would you cry?
Would a tear
escape your deep brown eyes?
Each memory you have of me
would leave your cheek
so far from dry each night
my face would light your sky.
Each star would shine my name.

If I died today...
How would you think of me?
What was I to the world,
and the people within it?
Was I much of an influence?
Did I leave an imprint?
Did I even make you flinch?

If I died today...
Who would you turn to?
I was the one there for you.
I listened when all ears were closed.
You've told me things no one else knows,
shown the things no one has seen.
We remember as if we were dreaming
so far away now that I'm gone
do you wish you could relive that day?

If I died today...
Who would be to blame?
Society may have corrupted me.
School taught me nothing.
Parents taught too much.
Who?
Where's the finger pointing?
Whose hand is painted red?
Where's the look of shame and guilt?
Who wouldn't be caught dead?

Who else...
Who's there to catch the stare...
The only one who knew.
Where lies the truth yet to be told?
Guilty...
Who else but you.
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