Truthful Destination - Poetry

#2

Physical wounds take some time to heal,
So how long will it take when my hearts torn and I can't feel?

I could stitch it up with a needle and thread,
But maybe I'd just be better off dead,
In my grave is where I'll be led,
With all those thoughts forever stuck in my head.

Now I'm here in my coffin,
Yet I still feel like nothing,
Just a person who could've been.

Could've been happy.
Could've been alive.
Could've been remembered.
Could've been yours,

And you could've been mine.