If I Don't Make It, I Love You

If I don't make it,I love you.Two sentences,Eight wordsYet they represent a blurTwo worlds apart.My chest feels stuffyBreathing is a heavy chore.Till when do we have to endure all these?Somebody's father.Somebody's son.Somebody's brotherSomebody's uncle.No matter who they are, they must've meant something to someone.Lives are stuffed out,The way you force outToothpaste from a dry container.Today, that person has killed this person.Nestled under our roofsAnd minding our own businessIs no longer an assurance for safety.Tender walks the hooded onesWho come to demand for treasure they did not keep.Taking a life or more,If they fail to receive it.Heading out to the marketOr to the shop nearbyOr even making my way to schoolI might get struckOr even hijacked,A ransom on my head.Poor father and mother,A meal is already hard enoughWhere will the millions come from?If I don't make it,I love youSounds better than "goodbye"Because goodbye gives false hope,it hurts more if you don't return.If I don't make itI love you.It's as easy as an honest goodbye.For everyday is a struggleToday's survivor might be tomorrow's victim."If I don't make it, I love you"