What will happen if I stop trying,
When I give up and start crying
Will there be someone who feels the same way,
Who will understand things I can’t say?

What will happen if I stop caring,
When I lose all hope and stop daring
Will someone help me pull myself together,
And tell me I can’t be like this forever?

What will happen if I stop feeling,
When emotions float through the ceiling
Will there be someone with a gentle touch,
Who reminds me that without love, I am not much?

What will happen if I stop breathing,
When life itself acquires its meaning
Will there be someone who remembers me,
Who feels my presence in places others can’t see?

What will happen when I stop being so pessimistic,
When I lock up all this negativity and become realistic
When I appreciate the beauty around me everyday,
And realise life shouldn’t be lived any other way.

What will happen when I start smiling,
When I understand that every cloud has a silver lining
When I don’t need someone to tell me who I am,
When I can be independent and not be defined by a man.

This will happen when I start living,
When I stop blaming myself and start forgiving
When I will finally be able to see
What happens when I am different, when I am me.