Poems.

Dont tell me.

Don't tell me,
that if you killed yourself right now,
in this very moment,
no one would care.

That the world would still carry on.

No.

Get the thought out of your mind.
Of course people would care.

The people in your classes would instantly notice your absence and wonder. They would start to worry.

Your siblings. What would they do? They would be in the room next to yours in silence for days just looking up at the ceiling, thinking about how you always used to hum and make little noises while you were doing something. And now those aren't possible.

Your parents will start to think that they didn't do their jobs well enough. That they didn't ask how you were, truly. They would be heart-broken if you left this world.

Your closest friends. They would come to your house and see everything as you left it, untouched. They won't eat for days on end just thinking about your little quirks and how they'll never happen in you again.

Everyone at school will stop in their tracks when they announce your death.

People care.

So when you say the world will still rotate,
and the sun will still shine,
and flowers will still bloom,
that's true.

But no one who you've impacted wants to see those things,
without you.

Don't tell me that no one would care.
Because I will.