My heart was desperate to be loved back,
I let you drown me in a puddle of pain just so I could say I've felt something before in my life.
My legs kicked and fought the water that would soon let me be someone who’d you’d only remember,
But when I die,
What will you remember me for?
Will you remember as the girl who could never say no?
The girl who sat alone behind the classroom lost in the words of her book?
Or the girl who wrote down everything she could never face herself to say out loud?
Will you remember me as the girl whose best poems were about you?
Will you remember me as the girl who was okay with missing the parties everyone went to?
Or will you remember me as the girl who sang when she was both happy and sad?
Will you remember my white dress and flowers in my hair?
Or will you remember my red lips and black skintight dress?
Will you remember me for my messy wavy hair?
Or will you remember me for the way I straightened it every day just so you’d notice I was there?  
Will you remember me for being brave and letting you walk me to the dance floor?
Or will you remember me as the girl you left that night at the bar crying after her first heartbreak?
Will you remember me as the girl who dreamed of seeing the world?
Will you remember me for always trying to be stronger than I was before?
Or will you remember me for my fragile heart you enjoyed shattering?
Will you remember me for my voice?
Or will you remember me as the girl who could never speak out and tell you how broken she was?
Will you remember me for my Sunday’s best?
Or will you remember me for my midnight’s runaways?
Or perhaps,
Maybe,
When I die,
Will you simply remember me as the girl who just couldn't fight the water anymore and let herself be drowned in it?