I know what it means to die now
You taught me that
It is not physical
It is not when your heart stops
It is not when you take your last breath
Death is not the end of life
It is giving up on it
You taught me not to give up
I tried
Really
I did
But it became to much
I slipped up
I saw what is hidden behind the curtain
I saw reality
And
Like you said
Everything has its consequences
Peeking behind the curtain
Has killed me
And it's all my fault
YOU ARE READING
Letters from the Gone
PoetryThese are some sad poems I've written over my high school years, hope you enjoy them.