I wounder about the what if
What if there were no colors
What if there was a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow
What if there was no me
What if I never met you
What if I was never here...
Would you still wish I was here?
What if?
The world thought I was dead
Unknown, Never hurt, Painless
But lonely
Why should I wonder
I wonder of the future
If one day I will stop the burning
The wanting to die
I wonder when the hurt will stop
When I stop hurting you
When not meaning too
I wonder about the what if
Because im afraid of me
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Depressing Poems Book Two
PoetryThis book is filled with more poems from the heart and pain, even some love that has left scars and open wounds.
