someday you'd find out why
someday you'd know
why I sleep early
why I wake up late
but then am scared
it might be too late
tomorrow you'd look at me
and I won't even know
if you say you're sorry
am sure I won't even worry
and maybe I never cared
but then I'm scared
because my tombstone will read
"We all miss you"
"We love you"
Really?
Why did I have to go?
Why did you let me go?
YOU ARE READING
Millennial Poetry. Vol. I
Poetrymaybe I'm a cat because I've died many times. suicides and road accidents on purpose. somehow I always leave a note every single time. P.S: I don't romanticise suicide, but I've been there. we all have
