What if?

The thoughts never fled from my heart,

they sat their eating at my mind slowly and steadily.

Until there was nothing left but complete and utter darkness.

It all comes back to,

what if?

What if I had died on the way there?

What if she had never learned what I had done?

What if she had gotten no help?

What if I had been alone?

What if I wasn’t here anymore?

There would be no more fights,

no more stupid arguments over things that don’t matter.

No more trying to make me happy.

Everyone would fill their time with the same things again,

reading or writing or video games.

I’d be laying 6 feet under,

with nothing to remember me by but the tombstone above my head.

Nothing but the empty memories of who I used to be.

What if?

What if I wasn’t here anymore?