"IF" is such a profound statement, curious question. Constantly asking will build you up and break you down, and yet without it we have nothing and with it we have exactly nothing. We have no thanks for this word, and no regret for whispering it into the wind.

But IF I told you how alone I feel
And IF I explained how sad I am
And how broken I am
And how much pain there is
In my chest
From all this stupid self hatred
And this stupid regret
And I'm breaking again, faltering again
Because everything hurts
And I don't know how to tell you
That something isn't working right
And something just isn't right
And it's probably all my fault.

Would you tell me
IF
You'd be better off without me?