What would you do if I ran away,
if I took my life,
and I had gone astray
What would you do if I hid myself,
if I was looking for love,
and I was stuck on a shelf
What would you do if my pain had no end,
if my tears just kept falling,
and I was unable to mend
What would you do if I was ready to break,
if I was lost and tired,
and I was feeling so fake
Would you hold me close and hug me tight,
or leave me alone on this dark cold night
What would you do if my heart gave up beating,
if my hope had run dry,
and my life held no meaning
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Yes, Amanda, a very good effort for your first poem. As you read poems your skill will abound. Read mine - The Bloom of Youth - Adeline