Everybody asks, "What would you do
If you knew this was your last day on Earth?"
And people joke and say,
"I’ll go right to bed."
Well,
I almost had my last day on Earth.
But the world didn’t end when I was sixteen,
Watching the blood spill from my wrists just to feel something.
The world didn’t end when I was seventeen,
Inhaling smoke, killing my lungs
Just to be seen by someone.
The world didn’t end when I was eighteen,
His hands on my throat just as I screamed for him to **** me.
So, for my almost-last day on Earth,
I would walk into a flower shop
And pay them to send flowers to my best friend’s birthday
Every year for the next thirty years,
Because God knows she doesn’t get them as much as she deserves.
So, for my almost-last day on Earth,
I would write letters to tell people it’s not their fault and that I love them.
So, for my almost-last day on Earth,
I would take the money I have been hiding and piling up
And put it in my parents' mailbox just to help with the funeral.
I would ask for dark red roses—the same color my blood was dripping
As I went to bed.
And finally, I would go to bed feeling just a little better,
Because the world didn’t end when I was nineteen.
Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 8:15 AM UTC
Everybody asks, "What would you do
If you knew this was your last day on Earth?"
And people joke and say,
"I’ll go right to bed."
Well,
I almost had my last day on Earth.
But the world didn’t end when I was sixteen,
Watching the blood spill from my wrists just to feel something.
The world didn’t end when I was seventeen,
Inhaling smoke, killing my lungs
Just to be seen by someone.
The world didn’t end when I was eighteen,
His hands on my throat just as I screamed for him to **** me.
So, for my almost-last day on Earth,
I would walk into a flower shop
And pay them to send flowers to my best friend’s birthday
Every year for the next thirty years,
Because God knows she doesn’t get them as much as she deserves.
So, for my almost-last day on Earth,
I would write letters to tell people it’s not their fault and that I love them.
So, for my almost-last day on Earth,
I would take the money I have been hiding and piling up
And put it in my parents' mailbox just to help with the funeral.
I would ask for dark red roses—the same color my blood was dripping
As I went to bed.
And finally, I would go to bed feeling just a little better,
Because the world didn’t end when I was nineteen.
Teenages go trugh hell without anyone even noticing