Late nights spent staring at darkness,nlonely moments from sleep wondering if i die tomorrow would i go happily?nWould the time spent with you and the time spent with him be worth it?nOr the time spent withdrawn be well used?nOr the people that have loved me feel i gave them an adequate reason enough to love andni be sure that i loved the right people?nWould i feel the few things ive done be worth it and wouldni wonder if i could have done more?nnDown by the train tracks talking for hours,ndays about nothing in particular just talking by ourselves,nhelping us forget that one day we will have to return to real life,nto resume our dead end jobs, continue our failing quest for happiness.nDid i tell the people mean most to me the 3 most meaningful words in the english language orndid i choose cowardism just by chance,nBefore those people left where they were going?nnDid i have an impact on the world and the people around me orndid every word i spoke come out verbal and unintelligible?nOr the lates night spent with friends talking about god, death, society, andneverything else that plagued our minds worth ever minute every breathe?nnDid the words i cant i wont just wait i dont spoke so often that they broke me ornwas it broken long before these words even came to me...nthey are around me and in my thoughts.nnWas the time spent writing these words on paper and speaking them out loud to younhoping to envoke thought that laid in shadows undoubitly of the unconcious worth everynpenstroke, worth every word?nWas my life with every waking moment,nevery beat of my heart,nevery sound that was wasted on me,nevery beautiful thing that was exposed to me,nevery good day, every bad day, was it worth it?nnI tried so hard.nI tried so hard.nBut was it worth it?nWas it worth it?