If I died tomorrow, would you ever notice?
if I'd turn out the lights tonight,
would you be able
to see?
that just maybe
my heart also bleeds,
that my anger
is driven
by the knife?
Would you care if I ever recovered?
Or would you look away like I'm already dead?
And I so long to be set free.
I close my eyes and let it all float away.





Am I always going to be afraid?