which would you choose if you were her
Lost in her thoughts of loss and pain,
all the while not noticing the stares.
Which would you choose if given a choice,
a choice of life, or of death?
Does it even matter if your gone,
if no one notices your there?
A few months later, there sits a woman,
cold and silent, broken after one too many falls.
Shattered inside and alone,
while lost in the crowd with many faces.
Which would you choose if given a choice?
A choice between a life where no one wants you,
or the loss of life all together?
The choice to have pain happen, or to end pain, in pain.
Later still we see that woman, distant and empty,
lost in hopes for days long past, and for lost chances.
Which would you choose, if you could, between false exsistance,
and no exsistance at all? Whcich is worth more?
Just a few days later, there lays the woman,
hollow and cold, with crimson liquid stains,
and puddles of the same long made cold by night.
That is which she had chosen and I would know for...
For I am that woman that lays there still and cold,
and that is the decision that I have made from being along and lost.
If only I had looked outside myself and seen those around me that I had
So I would know I wasn't alone.
Only now did I notice the "him" I could never find,
only then do I find a glympse of what my life should have been.
I made my choice many years ago, and all have moved on.
But "him" that I lost and never had.
But its's too late for me now, I made my choices,
and I must reap what I wrought.
So I must see, that which I could of have, but lost while in myself.
That is which I chose.
That is what I chose so be weary of that fate.
Don't be hearty and foolish and rush death,
becuase love is well worth the wait,
but is useless once your breathe your last breath.