I wish I could have stopped it the 17th
when you were still here with me
and maybe you would have reached 30.
I know it's selfish of me,
hoping you could have kept on living
dreaming of hearing you singing one day;
I should have loved you more
held you close
begged to prevent your hole from growing;
not made you inhale that smoke
and not left you alone.
Honestly, what's going on?
I never wanted to mean it was your fault!
Something in this world hit you too hard
and broke you into a half.
All I want is for you to be happy
the words you wrote are still playing,
they follow me every day
they hug me in the darkest nights
when no one is around.
You make me feel understood
in the same pain that took you,
it's thanks to those songs that I'm aware
there someone in Heaven
who awaits me, someday.
Cause if my mother thinks
it is an easier way out;
well, there's nothing easy
about stopping your heart beating
you should know
that you did a great job.
X.EREN
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21st Century
Poetrynowadays situations and histirical events seen from a different perspective - this world is like a little kid, it's still growing, that's what my mother always says; but I believe that for it to actually be a better place, we should help each othe...
