What Worries Me
What makes you cry,
What makes you think,
What makes you breath,
What makes you worry,
Do you know what will happen when you die,
Do you know who will cry for you, or who will hurt the most,
Questions that can’t be answered until you die, but who would you cry for,
What would you do,
Shall something happen to me,
I hope my friends and family cry but remember what I would,
They knew who I was and who I had become,
Knowing that I’d be truly missed and never forgotten,
Knowing that my words would live on without me,
But what worries me the most is if I’m gone will they be ok,
Will they listen to each other,
Making sure that nothing hurt each other,
Making sure that each was doing something worth while,
Making sure that each was safe and happy, to breath without worry,
And making sure that each didn’t have to worry about a thing,
I would be leaving an organized world, from which I’d created,
Unsure how long it would last, and unsure who would take charge,
What worries me, is what happens after my eyes close,
And what if anything would my eyes be awakening to?