as cold tears streamed down my face
and all i could think about was:
what if it had been me?
is that selfish of me?
what if one of these days my parents wake up and i don't?
what if i never tell them how important they are to me?
what if i never tell him i love him?
what if i have to leave too early?
YOU ARE READING
ampersand
Poetrya collection of trash poetry from a girl who tries to treat people with kindness although many have been unkind to her
