What Would Make You

Is life a lie? Is death the truth?
What would make you choose to die?
Would it be the absence of love?
Would it be the absence of hate?
Would it be that you feel too much? Or nothing at all?
What would make you choose to live?

Would it be stability and hope?
Would it be curiosity of the future?
Would it be the ability to laugh? The ability to cry?
Would it be a person?
Would it be me?

Tell me, what made you take this out?
Did you get lost in the dark?
Lost in the drugs?
Were you suffering in silence?
Did you think you weren’t enough?

Your brother cries himself to sleep
You were his best friend
He racks his brain every single day
And takes the blame upon himself

Your sister smokes her pain through a pipe
She just saw you two days ago
She’s the one who always kept the strong
And you kept the peace

Your children ask when daddy will come home
And they don’t understand that
You won’t

Your mom can’t breathe
Can’t process the pain
Can’t understand what went wrong

Your friends,
They hurt
They feel
All of your pain

March 4, 2020

At 10:00 PM