The Day I Die
This is a poem I wrote when I was just about to kill myself. I was thinking, why should I live.
The day I die.
Some maybe sad,
Some maybe mad.
Even though I’m no more,
People still think of me.
As a Legend?
As a f*ck up?
Or just some fad.
The day I die.
Will there be parades?
Will there be a funeral?
As much I will know I caused a Raid.
As a person?
As a friend?
The day I die.
Will I still think?
Will the ink in my heart still flow?
Who made him do it?
But the real question is,
Why.
Some maybe sad,
Some maybe mad.
Even though I’m no more,
People still think of me.
As a Legend?
As a f*ck up?
Or just some fad.
The day I die.
Will there be parades?
Will there be a funeral?
As much I will know I caused a Raid.
As a person?
As a friend?
The day I die.
Will I still think?
Will the ink in my heart still flow?
Who made him do it?
But the real question is,
Why.
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