Who would cry? Who’s eyes would be swollen for days, weeks, months? Who wouldn’t cry because they couldn’t? Or because they were in too much shock? Who would be happy, fucked up I know, but who? Who would go to my funeral? Who would want to go but think they couldn’t because they didn’t know my family like that? Who would regret never asking/telling me something? Who would miss me dearly? Who would forget that I’m gone every once in a while and accidentally call my phone.. only to hang up and realize that I’m not there anymore. Who would cry every time they saw something that reminded them of me? Who would cry when they hear someone’s voice that sounded like mine? Who would cry when they see someone that looks like me? What would my parents do? What would my closest friends do? Who would bring me flowers? Who would visit my burial site? Everyday? Week? Month? Year? Who would feel like they could never go on again? Who would never forget me? Who would forget me? Who would come to my house and comfort my parents and family? Who would tell my parents and family that I love them.. every single day? Who would tell my friends that I love them, all of them? Who would tell the people I used to have drama with, that I’m sorry? Who would go back and read all the old texts and IMs. Who would listen to old voice mails or look at the call logs that I left them? Who would throw away all my pictures because it was just too painful to look at them anymore? Who would look at my pictures everyday? Who would laugh randomly because they thought of some joke I’ve said? Who would laugh thinking back at all the good times? Who would try to forget about me? Who would cry every night? Who wouldn’t care? Who would?
Mm, I always wonder these things. But if I died, I wouldn’t want anyone to be sad and not go on with their life. I’d just want everyone to keep moving on and keep living it up, for me. Miss me and never forget me, but don’t mope around all day.. just because I’m gone. Not to sound corny, but I’d just want people to keep me in their hearts and remember me for everything I was. Then, keep living their lives.
Not what everyone else is, wants, says, needs, does. It shouldn’t concern you.