Sometimes I wonder how will I die
Will it be from accident? Sickness? Immense pain?
Will it come as swift as an arrow
So I won't feel anything?
Is it gonna happen in my 20s, 30s, or 40s, perhaps?
Or will it be from old age?
Of suffering in my death bed?
Regretting all the things I never did
But could have done?

Graduation day is only months away
And i'm somewhere between:
"Oh I'm gonna miss all my classmates"
And
"I'll never gonna see your stupid faces ever again, halleluiah!"

Friends can comfort you
Cheer for you all the way
But the truth is
At the end of the day,
You only have yourself

The dead must have pity us
Laugh right in front of our crying faces
Because they know a secret we don't
That's it's better to be dead than alive

it's 11:28 pm, and it's been exactly
two months since you told me
you were going away.
two months since I kissed you,
two months since "I love you".
two months that I've missed you.

darling, I know the voices in your head
can go on for hours each day
about just how insufficient you are.
but I'd scream from the top of my lungs
just so you could hear the truth:
you are enough.

you have always been more than enough.