If Hell Rises Tomorrow
If hell rose tomorrow...
I would want to be remembered...
At least for a little bit.
I would want to be remembered as a good daughter--despite the fact that I'm gay, and that I've made more mistakes than I can probably count.
I would want to have been a good sister, regardless of the shit I've said that I haven't meant. Or all the times I've gotten angry for no reason.
I want to have been a good lover, despite the way things ended between our love. And hope that I made them happy at least for a little while.
I want to be remembered as an artist, one who wasn't scared to exceed expectations or use what she had at her disposal to make an impact. Even if it was small.
I would have wanted to be a good human, as good as one can be. Because the world didn't deserve to be treated the way we have.
But lastly...
I would've wanted to be a good Agnostic believer--because hell isn't real and religion is a metaphor.
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Blind Poets
ПоэзияPoetry for those who find both comfort and discomfort in the dark. - Em Instagram: @em.g_4 WARNING This book includes references to sensitive topics such as suicide, depression, struggles with mental health and so on.
