Tw: passive suicidal ideation
Depression
If I Were to Die
If I were to die
I wish the world were a lie
If I were to die
I would smile
Whispering goodbyes
My soundless yell
When my emotions swell
Everyday every year
Thoughts murmur through the ears
As I toss a coin into the wishing well
Hoping for a future full of souls
Greedy, for the never-empty bowl
Yet it was hell
No fire
no death
no torture
Just silent regret
An infernalized hope
Sliding the endless
Downward slope
While the others have rope, stairs, claws, a maw, or anything to climb With
Goal, passion, aspiration, or a notion to keep holding on
Anything to climb For
Mine was no more than fantasy
By definition, it's an actual fantasy
So
If I were to die
I hope
At least my life was a lie
That way
There's no need for Time to sweep my lifeless husk
It's not a story precious enough to keep
Too short, too wordless, too worthless for history
Not worthy of any memory
Maybe its best for the universe to forget me

