Once I used to think that every body was happy
That nobody could ever be sad
Once I didn't understand death. I thought everyone lived forever. Then I found they don't want to live at all.
I thought i would always be happy
I thought i would never die,
Let alone by my
Own
Hands
YOU ARE READING
storms and blood
Poetrythe death of which is unknown -figured out between the lines of within these pages
