Who am I to you?
A stranger,
A friend,
Or you have no clue?
I once was an innocent, outgoing and a brilliant child.
Who felt love,
And show kindness,
So vunurable.
I once was rebelious, the loneliest yet clumsiest teen.
Who never loved,
Or beloved,
So insecure.
I once was a troublesome, twisted and mysterious friend.
Didn't I do drugs,
Nor did I drink much,
Just ordinary.
I now an old grown man,
Barely alive,
Could hardly stand,
Left behind.
Currently lying,
On the hospital bed,
With no plans ahead,
I picked up my meds,
But too late,
I'm dead.
Will you remember me?
As the innocent child?
Or the teen who's gone wild?
The troublesome friend?
Or the dead old man?
No matter now,
I'm dead anyways,
You never knew more,
Got nothing to say.
