What if this is the best it gets? What if you knew that? What would you do then? What if miserable is the happiest you'll ever be? What if? That's all life seems to be any more. What if I cut to deep? What if they notice the scars? What if they don't? What if I took the rest of the pills? What If I made a noose in my closet? What if it doesn't work? What if they send back to the hospital. What if they don't. What would happen if I knew the answer. What if I didn't like it? I can't help but be consumed by the what ifs. All day every day they weigh on my heart, ready to drag their metaphorical claws through me threating to destroy Me and everything i am. But then again what if it doesn't destroy me?