It’s the maybes that will kill you.
The random memories that you forgot.
They what ifs that run through your mind.
The doubt that slowly builds up in you.
They steal your good thoughts,
Taking away your beautiful imagination.
They steal your smile.
They leave you gloomy.
They leave you walking down the road head low.
They make you anxious.
You begin to panic.
Your imagination gets dark and vivid.
You get depressed.
And someone not as strong,
Takes their life.
It’s always that maybe that kills us