It Won't Matter At All
All of this won't matter tomorrow.
They will be questioning other things.
Like, how could she fall?
Did it even hurt at all?
Why did she do it?
Couldn't she just pull through it?
But the questions won't matter.
The feelings left behind will.
All things we had left unsaid, will be slain across my chest.
With a bullet wound left in place of my heart.
Everything I felt, will be dealt by them.
The ones who didn't care at all.
The ones who pushed it all.
But all of this won't matter tomorrow.
They will be questioning other things.
Like, what's in this drink?
Was it her, I think?
What's under this pillow?
It's the rope from the willow.
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