A/N: This was a quick poem that came to me. I'm sure you don't want to hear it though. So hope you enjoy and as usual constructive criticism is always welcome

Would I smile?

Would I smile?

Would I cry?

I'm here on trial.

Should I even try?

How many times did I wish you away?

How many times did you ignore what I say?

Can I live without you?

Would I even look back?

Will I miss you when you're gone?

Will my life pause, or still go on?

A part of us slowly dies.

But still we cover with all these lies.

No one listens to my plea.

No one even looks at me.

Is this what it'll be like?

Both realities so alike.

Will I smile?

Will I cry?

What would happen if you die?