"It Should've Been Me."
I scream to myself when I close my eyes at night.
I know it was just a dream, but
I can't help but feel it was real.
It felt so real.
"It Should've Been Me."
I whisper to myself throughout the day.
It was just a figment of my imagination, but
You're so real to me that
It hurt like it was too.
"It Should've Been Me."
Is what I found written instead of my name,
On all the papers that I turn in.
It's almost like the world is staring,
Telling me the same thing I tell myself.
"It Should've Been Me."
Isn't the right wording.
It doesn't sound real enough to me,
It's almost like,
It shouldn't have been you.
"It shouldn't have been you."
I repeat to myself to make me forget the memory,
The slow motion shot of you hitting your head on the dashboard.
How could someone like you,
Be killed like that.
"It shouldn't be anyone."
Is really what everyone tells me.
"It Should've Been Me."
Maybe gives me a certain comfort.
The kind that almost purifies the one I lost.
Except it doesn't.
Demonizing myself can only hurt me,
And while I know you're not dead,
I can't help but feel that
"It shouldn't have been you."
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PoetryThis is just a collection of poems that I wrote. Figured I might as well post them somewhere. I hope you enjoy.
