I smell sadness
As well as madness
I don't know
Are they more sad? No.
I am .
I lie there
Wherever here is
I can't move,
Neither can I speak
But I can feel;
Sadness at least.
Within and without.
Within it's genuine;
I feel the damn thing.
Without ? It's difficult to tell
Without it's filled with hypocrisy
It's filled with lies
There's some fear I can feel.
Am the damn cause of it.
I can hear my teacher say
"He was a good student"
I want to shout,
"Liar, you never knew me"
Oops, I can't.
Am dead.
"He was such a loving person"
Says someone I've never seen
I loved no one but me.
My father, my mother
They're morning genuinely.
Thinking,
Gone too soon
Lie.
If we all go later
There will no be space on earth
For anyone. Even you
Think of it,
I've done every human a favour
By dying
For others to live
Less mouth to feed
Less pair of lungs to breathe oxygen
What a philanthropist?
Why lie about it though?
Why say I had a bright future?
Are you a prophet?
Why think I should still be alive?
When am decongesting the planet?
Am sad
Am sad that some think
That am at peace
Well, am not
Since you all decided to say
Good things after my death
Where were you before my death?
Am I not the same loser you despised
You never let me live in peace
Now I can't lie dead in peace
Hypocritically you are all saying
"May he rest in peace"
Which peace?
Grant it first
You killed me in your heads
Even before I actually died
Why the crocodile tears?
Am dead,
Let me lie in peace
Is that much to ask for?
Yours sincerely,
Deceased.
