If I died today,
Would the people care,
Would they take notice,
Of every wound implanted; every tear?
But my soul has died today,
And my heart, a solid black,
Then the tears came again,
If only I died a heart-attack.

Breathing is short,
Body quivers,
The large lump in my throat,
Here comes the shivers.

You hurt me without even realizing it,
Barely texting me in time of need,
With such busy schedules,
My lonely heart bleeds.
It bleeds and cries out for love;
Please don't forget about me,
Brought into your hidden warmth,
But as broken as could be.
Love is the definition of misery,
Far away for far too long,
I contemplate our memories,
Now where did i go wrong?
I cannot change your feelings for me,
But I know this much is true,
You have unknowingly made me fall in love with you,
Made my world black and blue. *I love you and I pray you feel the same way

My heart,
Gone like the wind.
My head,
Shot up in flames.
My soul,
Buried amongst my head and heart.
My eyes,
A clear fluid hard to miss.
My stomach,
A ball of knots.
My brain,
Simply dead.
My life,
Anxiety at its finest.

The definition of anxiety:
Me, Myself, and I.

If given the chance,
Would you erase the past,
Or simply move forward,
Like every second was your last?
Would you ponder your thoughts,
Or sleep your life away,
Would you crawl under a rock,
Day after day?
Would you open up your heart,
To the one you truly love,
Or would you lock up your feelings,
And give fate a shove?
Would you reach the farthest you could reach,
Or fall down with regret,
Would you ever defy yourself as self-actualized,
Or suffer from anxiety, lonesome, and much fret?
Would you accept who you are,
Or watch others grow,
Would you discover happiness,
Or remain too shy; too slow?
Would you keep your head up high,
When you're feeling down,
Or isolate yourself,
From all around?
Would you follow your heart,
Or only use your head,
Would you let true talent go to waste,
And feel as if it's dead?
Would you drink your sorrows away,
Or face reality,
Would you fight until satisfied,
Or suffer brutality?
Would you speak your mind,
Or let others exploit you,
Would you live life to its fullest,
Or become withered; black and blue?
Would you cry when you needed to,
Or have a large lump in your throat,
Would you express your emotions,
As your personal anecdote?
Would you always think positive,
Or have a negative mind,
Would you make the most of your life,
Or have the beauty, yet to find.
Would you help those in need,
Or just hope and pray,
Would you make an impact in their lives,
Or assume they'll be okay?
So if given the chance,
Would you begin your life anew,
Or contemplate all the memories,
After all you've gone through.

When you are deeply in love with someone,
You may want to talk to them every hour of every day,
Or think about them.
The truth is,
When you are in love with someone,
you won't want to bother them too much,
You'll try not to think about them as well,
Because despite the pain from within,
If you wait for him,
In only a matter of time
You'll end up in his arms for good one day.