Edgar Allan Poe once said "the death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world"
I hope people write poetry about me.
I hope people finally hear my words.
I hope people finally listen.
I hope it inspires people to do something better with their life.
I hope that I am remembered.
I hope people finally appreciate me, or what I was.
When I am gone there is no more thinking.
Think think think that's all I can do.
Not one thing I can not worry about.
One way or another there is always a problem.
I hope the people who hurt me regret it.
I hope they don't hurt another person like me again.
I hope my death changes them.
I hope people realize how special I was.
I hope that I don't die in vain.
I won't be gone today, or tomorrow;
but soon I will go and I pray I will be at peace.
That my mind can finally rest.
The overthinking kills me mentally and physically.
I am sick everyday.
I am so sick of being sick.
I try so hard not to put my pain on other people, to be silent.
Sometimes silence speaks loud, but I want to scream at the top of my lungs.
I wear a mask but cracks form everyday.
It's getting harder to hide the yearning for death from my eyes and smile.
Pretty girls don't die.
They can be gone physically, but their memories will dance in peoples mind's forever.
Or so, I hope.
