What if everything people tell me
Is just a lie,
A story they want me to believe?
What if all the acts of kindness
Is just that,
A act, nothing more, nothing less?
What if I don't have a heart
That's beating and loving,
Instead I'm left with this cold, empty, part?
What if I've actually lost them,
Feelings to be happy,
Replaced with anger, hate, and sadness?
What if I'm not who I thought I was
And now have another side,
A evil twin no one but I hear?
What if I were to slash it quick
And bleed slowly,
But surely to my death?
What if I'm right
And no one will actually care,
That they really do want me gone?
What if life isn't what I want
And can't stand,
Would I call a quits or just leave?