Will you?

By The Angel Of Hope

Will you miss me when your tears have been cried,

eyes dried,

and the flowers have died?

Will you miss me when you kiss me on my head,

before they put me in my dirt bed?

Will you know that I loved you, and none of this was meant to hurt you?

Will you still smile that smile I loved to see?

Or will you spend the rest of the your days missing me?

Will you still think you could have saved me?

Or will you realize I was born a baby, whose life was meant to be filled with tragedy?

Will you wish you could once again face me?

So you could slap me, and call me a dummy?

Then embrace me, and tell me, plz don’t, loosing you would be too much for me?

Will you know my last thoughts weren’t of you?

Because if they were then I couldn’t do what I felt I had to.

Will you one day be happy for me?

Because you know I found the peace I searched for so relentlessly?

Will you be mad that I didn’t tell you that day was the last time I would ever say good bye to you?

Or will your be happy that I hid the tears from you, and instead just wouldn’t stop hugging you?

Will you...?

There is just so much I could ask you, but dragging this out any longer, would just cause more pain for you.