What would you do
if i told you i was leaving?
that i was sick of the stress
and the useless grieving?
I've prayed and begged
pleaded with you to hear me out
and you only pretend to listen
preying on every nagging doubt.
you laugh while i cry
live while i die
quit while i still try.
i wonder
would you even turn your head
as you hear the front door close?
is that vibrant, beautiful relationship
now just a dying rose?
would you give a thought to
where I'll go from here?
or just be glad i decided
to disappear?
how could this mean anything
if you chose to waste each day?
barely making contact with
nothing to say.
