What If?

What if one morning I don't wake up?
And the morning after that?
And after that?

What if one day you find me red on the floor?
Or White?
Or blue?

What if one night I'm tied to the ceiling?
A chair beneath my feet?
And limbs gone limp?

Would I be remembered?
Or would I just be another corpse six under careless minds?

Would you ever go into my room again?
And If you did, what would you do?

Would you sell my belongings?
And if you did, would you regret it later?

Would you try to bring me back?
Or go with me?
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I don't usually write poetry, and this is from last year. I don't know much about it.