Sometimes I think about dieing
Except not about how,
Or when, or where.
I think about afterwards.
The effect it would make,
If, any at all...

I find myself asking,
"Will they miss me when I'm gone?"
Sure, my family would care,
But what about others?
Will I cause a ripple effect,
Like a raindrop on water?
Or would it just be a fact,
Known by many,
Cared by little.

And while I find myself,
Asking this question,
I wonder if I'm asking it
Because of you.
The boy so deeply engraved in my heart,
Never willing to leave.
Please answer this question,
So I can stop wondering...
Will you miss me when I'm gone?
 
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