| February 11, 2005 |
| What-if Island I wish I could send all the what-ifs To a secluded "what-if?" island Then they'd be out of my head, Forced to "what if?" each other instead. What if something else happens? What if she doesn't get better? What if something goes wrong? What if they just can't help her? Then where will we be? Then what will we do? Then who will help me - Because I can't help you. Not right now, With all these what-ifs in my brain. Not right now, My former self has gone insane. The what-ifs are taking over now Replacing my thoughts with fears. All the well-wishes I try to speak Slowly turn my words to tears. It's been almost three days now. I haven't slept at all. My fingers are too scared to dial, When my heart tells me to call. But I'm afraid of what they might tell me. I'm dreading what I might hear. I don't want to know the truth, If knowing means you won't be here. Too much hope inside of us. Too much we haven't done. Send all the what-ifs to that island. Leave not a single one. |
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