This is a Really Real Mental Health Post.

Trigger Warning: Suicidal Stuff.

What happens when you stop showing up?

When your Facebook page goes silent?

When you know longer appear at the places you frequent?

What happens when you disappear?

You can say your goodbyes to those that are close to you.

You can remind them you’ll always love them.

You can find little ways to remind them they did all they could do.

But what happens when you stop showing up?

When your memory quietly fades away?

When your Facebook friends slowly dwindle down?

Unfriending so they can forget?

When people move forward without you?

What happens when you disappear?

What happens when you fade away?

When you stop speaking your truth?

When your story is past tense?

When people speak of who you were?

Who you could have been?

(It’s a bunch of bullshit anyway.)

What happens when the fire leaves your eyes?

What happens when your skin is cold?

What happens when you stop showing up?

What happens when the groups go on without you?

When they never know what happened?

They are better off for not knowing.

They don’t even wonder.

You’re just not there anymore.

What happens when I stop breathing?

When I close my eyes and sleep?

What happens if I follow through?