What if I ran away?
Never looked back
and kept running, until
I was out of breath.
What if I died today?
Fell on the ground,
never lived at all,
just to die suddenly.
What if I tried to stay?
Held on a bit longer
convincing myself
'You were here for me.'
What if you cared?
Smiled at my happiness,
frowned at my sadness,
cried at my funeral...
I may never know the what-if's my life held,
but it's better than knowing you were a lie.
