If i died.
Would you care to remember me?
Would you care at all?
If I was to die.
Would anyone care of my last words?
If I died.
Would a single soul notice?
If I where to die.
Would you shed a tear?
If I died.
Would you be happy?
Or sad?
If I were to die what would you regret?
Tell me now.
If I am to go.
What are the words you wished to tell me?
If there are any tell me now.
If theres a single thing you wished you would've done if i were to be gone.
Do it or say those words now.
Because I may be gone soon,

People they come to be judgmental towards others.
The say words that demolish others.
The crush people.
A simple word, can **** someone.
People say.
Words are just words they dont affect you.
But words are why wars are started.
Words are why someone killed them self today.
Words are always there.
People say actions speak louder than words but what happens when you cant move?
Words are all you have.
Words are all you have left.
Words are not just simple words.
Words are the most strongest power we all hold.
A word can change someones life forever.
You can save someones life by words.
How likely can you by actions?
What if your to far to do something.
Words is all you have.
How did the power of words become so small but actions now rule to be more powerful than words that change the world.
You can not change a world by actions.
But you most definitely can by words.
Inspiration starts with words and builds to more.
Words.
They can haunt you if you let them.
If you keep unsaid words inside you'll come to know those words you never said are the one things you needed to be said.
Words are what heals you.
Words are what kills you.
So how can a word be so worthless?
If it can **** people inside and then out.
But a word can also heal a persons entirety.
Words save people, But words also ****.
-Mickie Rouxe-

I love you.
But are we the same anymore?
I am not saying we shall break.
But just a mere question of wonder.
Are we?
Are we truthfully going to get threw this?
I know me as myself.
That i may be able to but it will take every piece of strength i have inside of me.
I love you.
You know i do.
I've told you almost everything of me.
Besides the one part of my past no one shall ever know besides me and j.
I've told you i trust you.
I mean that.
I do.
I've told you i'll be with you forever.
I meant that as well.
You know i will forever love you apart or together.
But I think ive become someone else new.
We we're not speaking for a few months.
And i changed.
You have been able to tell of this.
I have become who i was before.
But just stronger.
I have finally beat the stuff that killed me inside.
Now i can ignore it.
But you tell me your sad again.
This back and forthing of being sad then the other person being happy.
Isnt it tiresome?
I hope you know every word ive said I have meant.
We have been threw our fights.
We have been threw our scares.
We have been threw wiping each others tears.
Every problem you know them.
You know my addictions.
You know my life.
You know how much it compares to everyone elses.
You know the death defying things ive seen.
You know my secrets.
You've held me while i cry for hours.
You've held my wrist when all that happened.
You make me smile.
But also make me cry.
You've become my dying friend to me.
Only i tell you I love you.
You've filled the hole that he had kept in his hands.
You dont know how i feel because i hide it with a smile..
If i say goodbye...
Will you still be here?
I'm not saying goodbye.
But its again.
A mere question of wonder..
I love you.
Keep that in mind my dear.
But if i do one day say goodbye.
Please dont make this whole become empty because you know nobody could fill it again.
So please do not destroy me.
Because i'll forever be in love with you.

Its just as a piece of art.
We all write and show our selves on pieces of artwork.
Our art work is writing.
We put words down to  show people our feelings.
We put our words down to make someone smile.
We put our words down to make someone fall in love.
Our words are our thoughts.
Our thoughts become into pieces of artwork.
Our thoughts that seem trapped inside we write out into words.
Our feelings turn into pieces of writings that make people cry, smile,feel your pain, or feel your love,your happiness, or your tears.
Writing is as taking a paint brush.
Our colors are letters on a board.
We take our brush.
And we brush across our canvas.
And we come with beautiful inspiring writings.
With every writing is inspiration to write more or of some type.
Writing is wondrous.
Its a relief of a way to escape your reality and turn to your diary of secrets.
Writing is one of the best ways to know someone just by their simple sentence.

Help me.
I am failing.
I am being torn.
I am hiding so much behind smiles.
I am hurt.
But hiding this hurt with a smile.
Stress is tearing me down.
I'm fine right?
I should be.
Whats wrong for me to be so depressed?
But then i figured out.
Its so much stress.
I have to be perfect.
Or I get my dreams crushed.
I hate this.
I am not perfect.
So why do certain people try to make me this perfect college material thing.
I will be the first in my entire history of family to be successful.
I will be the first to not be a failure.
My mother told me when i was 11 years old of age i'd never be a musician.
She told me i'd be terrible.
She told me i'd fail.
4 years later.
I proved her wrong.
Ive become the one thing she said i'd never become.
I became to be the most successful out of everyone in my family.
I am the one now with the name thats recognizable.
I have simply proven every person wrong.
That have told me i cant do anything.
Now they say i wont ever be happy again.
I'll simply prove you wrong once again.
Just watch me.