What if I disappeared and became nothing?
Would you honestly still love me?
What if I hurt and didn’t tell?
Would you dare trust me?
What if I whispered sweet nothings?
Would everything I speak be a lie?
What if I controlled the power I with held?
Would you say I’m a control freak?
These are the things that run through my mind.
Am I crazy?
I am tragically nothing.
That statement doesn’t break me.
Who are you to tell me I am something?
Do you know if I want to be?
I want to stay hidden so don’t disturb me.
Keep away get it.
I’m sorry if I’m not what I’m made out to be.
The sad thing is these aren’t my what ifs you see.
My soul is dead and I am nothing.
I held too close before so please,
Just love me.
I’m sorry I lied before,
I know you didn’t notice.
I’m like Shakespeare’s Hamlet a heartbreaking tragedy.
Now I’ll tell you my lie the one you missed before…
Those what ifs are mine.
What if there are others in store?
Hey guys, sorry I went AWOL I had a lot to think about over the time about life and the people I have in mine. This poem was written to remember my past so I can’t forget who I was and what I went through. To remind myself of my “what ifs” and to know that now I say “it’s okay”. Hope you guys enjoy!
But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one’s eyes and laugh at a fall, and baffled, get up and begin again.