When I say, "If I should decide to go"...
They might wonder why and not know.
They might read my words with at least a little respect...
But, they never truly LISTEN TO MY VOICES.
Maybe I've got too many to pay attention to...
Do you understand how I drown in choices and make too many noises?
Here's a segment of a story, if you care to hear it...
"There once was a button.
A bad button and a good man who doesn't want to push it.
I hope someone understands, there is love in a bush.
Whether or not it grows, it's there... I know."
Still, I tell you...
If I go, the wind will stay strong and blow.
Most people do what they must, I know.
I want to be allowed to choose what I do.
Would you laugh at me if I was in love with you?
There have been times that I wanted a new shoe;
but, appearances don't create me... the same goes for you.
Just stay strong.
I know about mistakes.
I'm here for you until I'm gone.
There's nothing Joseph can't take.
If someone mentions suicide from a painful heart...
if you're like me, you consider that it's love itself at stake.
If you're see me the ways that I think that you'll see my part...
Maybe people might consider it a loss of hate.
I try not to shed a tear...
I avoid my thoughts of losses of faith.
I show real love... I can see real hate.
I don't feel responsible for mistakes.
They might say "sorry"... is it ever too late?
Enjoy the misinterpretations of my traits.
Psychology is the study of illogical judgement.
If my voice sounded shady... would you hate me?
Maybe there's just love I wanted you to hear.
Maybe I wanted you here with me... in reality.
If I were thousands of voices... would you listen to the weakest?
Could you believe the weakest voice is J.M.'s?
Would you still believe when it sounds strong?
I'm not sure... maybe I want to be gone(?)
Maybe... I could find out before too long.
I want to know before everyone takes my last song.
If you loved me... would you stay here if I wanted you to?
Would you hold it against me, if I did what I want to do?
Would you appreciate it... if I try to give you a voice?
It's your choice.
Can I say how much I love you before my voice is gone?
Did I say enough?
I wanted you to sing me my song... even if you did it for them.
Would you pick up a pad of paper, if I begged you to?
I am your wrists.
Would you find it for me, if it's the first kiss that I missed?
Twenty years old? ... I must be your patheticness.
Would you be scared...
Or, when I need it bad, can you please see me through?
Maybe... all I wanted was to talk to you.
I'm happy that you can laugh at me when I want you here.
If I gave you two songs about friends when I saw or knew none...
Would you even want to be one?
-Joseph M.
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