You might as well be dead,
While all you eat is meds.
Watching you, as a vegetable,
Knowing you were so capable.
Life is about numbers, you’re at negative one.
You can’t be done.
Not this young,
Freedom had just begun.
You can’t be dying,
But if you do, WE’LL be forever lying
Next to each other,
Under a gray stone, just like mother.
Whether we’re sent above,
Or just shown love
By bugs and worms
That will dig a squirm
Inside of us.
All covered in puss
We’ll be rotton
And partially eaten.
But we’ll be okay,
Because together, and forever we’ll lay.
------- Thanks for reading guys, first poem up! *check!*
