Eeva

I Do Wonder

I would never, ever, never,

Kill myself of sadness,

To die at my own bloody hands,

And to leave the world I know.

 

But sometimes I do wonder,

What everyone else would say,

If I left this world I know and love,

And leave without a trace.

 

Would they go on with life,

As if I wasn\'t there?

Or would they cry and mourn,

And wish I was still there?

 

Do these people really care and love?

Or is it just an act?

Because what I am enduring,

Seems like a false act.

 

Would they be glad I\'m gone?

Or would they speak nothing of it?

Will they remember me always?

Or forget and leave me dying?

 

Which is why I do sometimes wonder,

What would happen if I were gone,

Would they be depressed and lonely?

Or would they be glad that I had gone?