(THIS IS NOT A POEM BUT MORE OF A TWISTED SHORT STORY)

Would it matter? what a funny question, but makes me think.

Would it matter if I didn't wake up?

And what if I stopped breathing?

Would the world still spin?

Am I just a forgotten soul stuck in the game of life?

Am I loosing, and how do I win?

So many question told out of the mouths of the broken.

Are heart beet goes on but we aren't living.

Would it matter if this was my last poem?

Would it matter if these are my last breaths?

Would it matter if this was my goodbye?