Poem #3

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Blues

If I told you, "I hate you!"
Will you understand
That behind those words filled with anger
Is a mouth that's asking for a hand?

If I told you, "Go away..."
Will you abandon me like them?
Or will you rebel against my will
And care enough to stay?

If I told you, "I'm sad."
Will you say, "I'm here"?
Or will you go elsewhere
And just tell me, "That's bad."

If I told you, "I need to say something."
Will you stop and listen?
Or will you just keep on
Talking about your fling?

If I asked you to call me,
Will you understand the desperation?
Or will you say you're busy
With things that are just silly?

If I told you any of these,
Will you really care?
The answer? It's clear to me.
But, to tell me, you wouldn't dare.

If I told you, "Goodbye, my friend."
Will you be scared
And try to stop the life
That I would end?

Or will you think
Of it nothing more than
A mere joke while
I die in a blink?

If you heard I was gone,
Will you shed a tear
And mourn over my dead body
And wish that I was here?

Will you forget me after a while?
Or will I be a mere memory?
Or will you cry everyday?
Or will you still crack a smile?

If I followed by saying,
"I'll know my answers soon."
Will you laugh at me as you do
And think I'm only playing?

All I'm saying is you wouldn't care,
Or maybe part of you would.
But what good would that do me,
When all I see is unfair?

What good would that do me,
When you show that you don't care?
That you're not serious?
That you can laugh at anything?

What good would that do me,
If you don't express if you care
Or not, because I,
I haven't the smallest clue, truly.

What good would that do me,
If, on top of that, you do
Something worse by
Not letting me express myself?

"What good would that do me?"
"Will you ever care?"
"Will you be the friend I need,
And be my friend, indeed?"

Forget my questions.
Forget this poem.
Forget I even exist.
I apologise for wasting your time.

But, wait, I don't need to tell you.
Everyone forgets.
Sooner or later.
All of them, they do.

After all, not everyone
Finds it that hard,
In this life full of obstacles,
Just to move on.

Word Count: 421

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