Body underground
Or ashes in the wind
Either way I am deceased
And with that I am pleased
The sun will still rise and set
No matter how my end is met
The flowers of my headstone shall wilt and fade
No effort to visit my eternal resting place will be made
Perhaps one day when a stranger is walking by they will ponder about my life
Wonder who I was
How I lived
But they won't know that I never really lived at all
I've been slowly decaying inside
Wanting, but never willing
To take my own life
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My collection of poetry and short stories
Poetry-poems -short stories -trigger warning
