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My Soul to Take

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By Ecarg NosivePublished 5 years ago 2 min read
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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

sad poetry
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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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