//John's P.O.V//
And R.I.P to my youth.
And you could call this the funeral
I'm just telling the truth because I'm fucking dead. The way I died doesn't matter at this moment. And you will play this at my funeral, wrapped up in Chanel inside my coffin. Might go to Hell and there ain't no stopping-might be a sinner and I might be a saint. I'd like to be proud, but somehow I'm ashamed, sweet little baby in a world full of pain.
I gotta be honest, I don't know if I could take it. I mean how do you even expect death?
Everybody's talking, but what's anybody saying? Mama said if I really want to, then I can change, too late for that. Shame.
R.I.P. to my youth.
If you really listen, then this is to you. Mama, there is only so much I can do, tough for you to witness it but it was for me too. I'm using white lighters to see what's in front of me.
R.I.P. to my youth.
And you could call this the funeral. I'm just telling the truth, yeah, you can play this at my funeral. Tell my sisters don't cry and don't be sad-I'm in Paradise with Dad. Closed my eyes and then crossed my arms. Put me in the dirt, let me dream with the stars, throw me in a box with the oxygen off. You gave me the key then you locked every lock, when I can't breathe, I won't ask you to stop, when I can't breathe, don't call for a cop. I was naive and hopeful and lost, now I'm aware and trapped in my coffin.
What do I do? What do I do?! I don't believe it if I don't keep proof, I don't believe it if I don't know you, I don't believe it if it's on the news or on the Internet.
I need a cigarette, can't have one though.
Why?
Because I'm dead.
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FanfictionOkay so anyways this book is a one-shot book but here is the twist all the one shots will be with laurens. So I'm basically shipping the one shots with Laurens in them. Like: Laurette, Leerens, Laurmads. Lams, Thaurens, and etc. (Laurens One-shots)
