Wouldn’t it be better to die when you are young
While people actually remember you were fun
When you’re old half the people you know are dead and gone
Yeah if you’re still close to your family maybe you’ll live on
Through memory and nothing else if you didn’t leave something
If you have no legacy but your outfits, it doesn’t matter where you come from
All your youth has passed on
Maybe you were really better off dying young
Living life for the full run
Butterflies morphing like you should
But what’s the point if you die with your body
No one to keep you alive, I’m sorry
But to die a tragedy when you’re no prodigy
Makes sense in all honesty
Sad but the world works with no modesty
Not saying I’m going to off myself,
although the thought seems merry,
I’m just saying if I die today its because the only wealth I was going to ever get
Only started when my soul was lifted
I doubt I’ll live out all my dreams
But I can still die out everything
That’s when people listen most right?
When they actually start to read between the lines
Reality is no one caring while you’re alive
Death is me staring in the mirror every night
If I die before I wake
I pray that you all finally find my soul to take
I only pour it out in these pages everyday
Wonder all the worth they’ll find when I pass away
See you when my goals are met, in my grave
You think I’m kidding?
Just wait until I’m gone one day
My poetry will be on display
Oh she was so talented!
We lost a true writer today
Every word she said was truth be told
Now she’s silent, poor sweet soul
Gone too young, at least she’s wasn’t old
She was so fun, memorable, but now she’s cold
We must let her live on
Through the poems she once told
Would have made her whole life
Have reason,
Behold
What passions can do when they’re controlled by withering minds that never took a second to read what she was proud of
What people decline because they don’t want to lose their empathetic powers
They all wonder why mental health does it’s honors
They’d probably stop wondering if appreciation was shown while her heart was beating
But god forbid you take a second for these readings
Rest In Peace to what could have been
Rest in ease because death’s release is what your life
Should have been
About the Creator
Ecarg Nosive
I'm a 27 year old writer from Ohio trying to make my passion, my career. Besides writing I enjoy animals, nature, and concerts.
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