What if death is living?
And to live is to die?
To find the answer
In my grave I spy
I received my first flower on my last day on earth
I used to share bouquets, now this is my worth?
When I was dead the flowers came
A silent tribute to my name
When I was alive they wanted me to die
Now they want me to live so they weep and they cry?
Stupid are the humans, their hearts unkind
They don't even know what to find
When I was alive I was forgotten
Ignored by many, remembered by none
Now a similar song,I'm listening to
Was forgotten again, when all their tears flew
When they left me alone, I daily died
Now in my separation, they daily cried
After dying I took the best revenge
Was there a better way to avenge?
After dying I just realized
Death was a sweeter poison than life
So I named living "death"
And named death "life"
YOU ARE READING
~𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙄 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚?
PoetryYou love everything But yourself! (Poems) Notice: This contains themes of sorrows, pain, death and suicides, if you aren't comfortable with it, please don't report, I've already warned you.
