the end

If i died, would you care?
If i cried, would you be there?
If i fell, would you help me up?
If i got a cut, would you help clean it up?
How can i trust you?
How can i tell?
Will you help me through the bad times?
Or put me through more hell?
Because i know what it feels like,
To get left back,
To have your friends turn on you,
To not love you back.
Even with family,
They could leave and go away,
And never come back,
As you wait day after day.
But all of this is behind me,
As i watch it drift away,
I think of how that hurt me,
And how it affects me today.
But i wont let that happen,
Not ever again,
Because i think if it did,
This poem would be the end.
The end of my life.
The end of my days.
The end of tomorrow,
The end of today.
So if you want to leave,
I'll stop you right away,
And i'll beg you not to go.
Not ever, not anyday.
Because with you gone,
I wouldn't be able to breathe.
And it would definitely be the end.
And i would just have to leave