What if I finally killed myself
Would the sun still shine
Or will it dim as it finally realize the signs
Would the leaves still fall
Or will it freeze when it finally gets the call
Would the birds still sing
Or will it stop when the news finally stings
Would the bees still buzz
Or will it stay in place as memories start to fuzz
Would the lake still flow
Or will it drained after realizing I'm now just a stone
These are all just questions
As I struggle with my depression
So the lines I draw
That wasn't from a claw
Doesnt mean I'm ready to go
It's just a intermission for my long lasting show.
