Sometimes I wonder how it would feel if I slit my throat.
How would the cold blade feel against my skin as it cuts through my flesh while it breaks all those restrained sadness I chose not to show.
How would it feel like if I die?
I wonder if my family would miss me, if they would mourn over my loss and whisper me the words I so longed to hear or would they despise my dumb recklessness and 'madness'.
Would they finally understand me?
I wonder if my friends would remember me, cry at my wake.
Rekindle the memories and the laughter we made.
How would it feel if I say my final goodbye?
I wonder if death would give me the life I wish I had when I was still breathing.
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 8:32 PM UTC
Sometimes I wonder how it would feel if I slit my throat.
How would the cold blade feel against my skin as it cuts through my flesh while it breaks all those restrained sadness I chose not to show.
How would it feel like if I die?
I wonder if my family would miss me, if they would mourn over my loss and whisper me the words I so longed to hear or would they despise my dumb recklessness and 'madness'.
Would they finally understand me?
I wonder if my friends would remember me, cry at my wake.
Rekindle the memories and the laughter we made.
How would it feel if I say my final goodbye?
I wonder if death would give me the life I wish I had when I was still breathing.
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