Would It Even Bother You? Poem by Adam Smitherman

I don't feel like walking this lonely road alone no more.
This lonely travel has left me cold and sore.
I just want to be happy with someone I love.
And their isn't no help from the one they praise above.
I need some saving grace.
I feel like leaving this world without a trace.
With no hope of finding the one to love.
And if I die today, would you even care?
Would it even bother you, leave you gasping for air?