I die today. Did you know that?
No, I suppose you don’t.
I guess I didn’t show it. I’m good at that. The hiding.
I pass you on the sidewalk, and I might even smile at you.
I died today. Do you care?
No, I suppose you don’t.
I guess you couldn’t. You didn’t even know.
But you said something. Maybe a cruel name or a snide comment.
I died today. Did you do it?
No, I suppose you didn’t.
I guess it’s my fault. I took it too hard. It was just joking after all.
I did it to myself after all. I took it too seriously.
I died today. Can you do anything?
No, I suppose you can’t.
It’s too late. I’ve died. Hundreds of times.
And now there’s nothing to do. It’s become a cycle that can’t break.
I didn’t die today. Did you stop it?
Yes, I suppose you did.
I almost gave up. I did give up.
But you knew. You cared.
And I’m not sure I would be here if you hadn’t.