Is today a good day to die?
If not today then when?
When is my inevitable expiration date?
Everyone around me seems content with this world
we look for meaning in meaningless world
everyone around me is existing but are we truly living?
Or are we living, walking tragedies
Our words like bullets, our mouths like guns
Your speech like knives, my thoughts like pens
We are carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen, we are one n the same, yet,
I am not here, we are together but apart
I am still here and I still have a say in the matter, a say in this world
I am here
i am in pieces
I fear that my time has come,
I forgive everyone and ask for their forgiveness in turn, that is all
So I ask is today a good day to die?
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Minimalism
PoetryA compilation of random poems that I've written. They range from talking about life to Death. The dark and the light. The good, the bad and the ugly. Short Stories Told In The Form of Poems
