Keep Them Well (Edited)
I truly can’t presume to know
What most will say after I go,
Nor can I boast, or pray that they,
In grief or joy, might think of me,
Then toast to my finality.
How can I predict these future terms?
These unspoken hurts, these empty words.
Instead I hold, my only hope
A solemn belief, memories told to cope
Of me with them, and them with me
Will keep them well, let them be well
And remain fond, distant reveries.
One last thought.
Someone once said :
"There will come a point in the history of time, when someone will have the last thought about you ever...."
I hope that last thought of me is:
"Can't wait to see her on the other side..... and be with her forever. "
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Some will say goodbye
Some will say
See you soon
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When I’m Dead...
"She Was So Happy"
"She Didn't Have And Cuts"
"She Loved Living"
"She Never Showed Any Signs"
"I Don't Understand"
"Why Didnt She Get Help"
My Friends, My Family
None Of Them Know
Of The Skeletons In My Closet That Shall Never be Found
At Least Until I'm In The Ground
I Know The Signs To
Why Don't You Understand
That It's Easy To Be Happy
Or At Least Act Like I Am
So When They Find Me Dead
No Matter If It Was Because I Slit My Wrist
Or Hung Myself, Drowned, Jummped
Or Overdosed On My Meds
Just Know That You Don't Deserve To Doubt
Since If You Would Only Looked Into My Eyes
I Would Still Be Here Now
Wouldn't I
Bouquet of Bodega
“Now I understand
why she poured
herself in ink.
The essence of
her body fills
my glass
with
e
v
e
r
y
drink.”
Why didn't we see it coming?
Was there anything we could have done?
This wasn't supposed to happen.
When I die
Through all the cries, screams & pain, I stood seeking help.
No one came.
Its funny when ur gone people start listening.
But even then its too late.
Overheard
A classmate once said it's a good thing I'm not evil. I'm not sure what to think of that.
they won’t even come for my funeral lmao
cos i would have commited suicide and make sure they dont evr find my body.
What I Wasn’t
I bet I would here my enemies talk about me like I was their dearest friend, my family portray me as the perfect son, and my ex wishing we never broke up.
They would be crying for the person that I never was.