Matter
Would it matter if I was gone tomorrow?
Would it matter if I hurt myself?
For at times it seems like nothing matters.
Not even myself.
As I lie on the floor I ask myself over and over again in my mind,
Would it matter?
For right now the answer is no it wouldn't matter.
Maybe in the morning I will think differently.
poem by Christina J. Williams
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