What would death be like
Would it be colorful or a dull light
Would you cry or try to understand my life
What would it take for me to stay alive tonight
A text from you would make my world better than alright
I look at my phone & see no notification lite
I shot you down like a bird in mid-flight
I can only blame myself since I took my own advise
Smoking weed as my lone vice
You didn't like how I was so concise
I couldn't let anything go without trying to take a slice
You told me, I needed to talk with christ
You weren't wrong, I just didn't like the price
I chastised all of your beliefs, so I could feel right
I didn't think of how it could come back and bite
I sit alone because I couldn't let go of that fight
Tomorrow I will be alive because our notebook is still colored bright
About the Creator
K.R Smiley
I am a young adult who is struggling like many people with: paying student loans, keeping healthy relationships, and mental health. Writing has always been a good vice to shed some of the real thoughts that go through my head.
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