What if I left?
Would anything change? Or would the world remain the same? Would anyone care? Or would I be another forgotten echo?
What if I stopped caring
Would people notice? Or would the call it another one of my moods? Would the try to help me? Or treat me like another burden?
What if I died today?
Would my life make an impact? Or would I be a forgotten shadow? With voices calling out that I went too young. That I had so much to live for.
What if things were different
Would I be happy? Or would depression still find a way to crawl into every corner of my mind?