People say 'Treat others the way you want to be treated'
But I don't entirely believe in that philosophy
How about, treat others as if you were to die today
With death having been on my mind a lot
I often think of how others perceive me
That if I were to die (not would they care)
But what would they think
Does my voice ring in their ear like a fall breeze
Or does it cause pain like sand in a sandstorm
Do my words help heal wounds like a bandaid
Or do they split them open like a thornbush
Does my presence cause your heart to flutter
Or does it cause your heart to sink into your stomach
I want to die knowing I've done well to those around me
Never in a thousand years would I treat someone the way I want to be treated
Because I'm still waiting for that day when metal touches my skin
The **** of a trigger echoes in my ears
The boom of a fire silences everyone around
As I feel the bullet passes through my broken and stitched back together heart