Everybody came to see that I was falling
They came to see If I'm really dying
Those tears that I'm wishing to fall during my precious day
Are now streaming down their faces
As they watch me sleeping inside my casket
You'll never see my face again
And I don't really know
I just really want to leave
The pain was telling me
That I really have to go
That I'm in a rush
And this realization hits me
I'm no longer breathing
No, not at all
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 8:17 AM UTC
Everybody came to see that I was falling
They came to see If I'm really dying
Those tears that I'm wishing to fall during my precious day
Are now streaming down their faces
As they watch me sleeping inside my casket
You'll never see my face again
And I don't really know
I just really want to leave
The pain was telling me
That I really have to go
That I'm in a rush
And this realization hits me
I'm no longer breathing
No, not at all
Almost a letter she's not dead, she is just away, far enough for us to see, far enough to hear her grief
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