i remember crying so hard that breathing was something i felt i never knew.
crying that much felt like the end,
i truly felt like it was the end.
i wasn't afraid,
just sad.
i kissed death on the lips and welcomed it once again.
this scene in my life,
felt like a movie.
i covered my face to mute my sobs
and tossed and turned on my bed.
it was silent.
i remember feeling like this once,
the first time i wanted to leave.
i can remember both of these events so vividly.
the walls of my bedroom hovered over me and caved in on me.

what would they say?
"he was so nice,
so nice to everyone.
he did his work and was quiet but sweet."
or maybe some ******* answer from someone who didn't even know me,
"he loved being around people.
he smiled so much.
he was so beautiful".
what would my friends say?
would they even say anything?