Is it even worth it?

To live and die, to even breath and try

Does it make me any less of a man if sometimes I can’t help but cry

Or lose touch with reality and ponder why?

What if the day comes when I can no longer provide for you

Or see you in a bad mood and get a smile out of you

What if I can’t keep those thoughts out of my head,

And unintentionally suck the life out of of you

Is it worth it then

To freely ride or die, to cheat and lie

What if i abused tequila and drugs instead of you

Stumbling home late without a couch because of you

What if I decided to choose myself over you

And no matter what I decide could make you blue

This isn’t a suicide letter either

I’m just simply wondering

What would you do ?