The flower will bloom
Wither and die
Without anyone noticing

How can you bring flowers
To someone’s grave
When you can’t even water
Your garden back home

I watched you fade
Into the sunset
Like how i used to
When I was three
When I didn’t know
What living and dying meant
No one explained to me
Because I didn’t ask either
I still think
The sunset is pretty
And nice people
Go in there
Til inevitable things happen
And I watched my grandfather
Vanished into the pretty sky
Of January 13
I wasn’t anymore three
And now i know what it means
To stop breathing
It isn’t a pretty phrase
And the feelings aren’t pretty either
The sunset came again
And i stopped caring

I wish my ride took me forever
To reach my destination
But it said
It will only take 2 hours
And I eventually made it after 2 hours
Unhappily

If depression kills
I’ve died a hundred times
In my bed
Staring at the ceiling
In the shower
Each time water hits my skin

Every night
When I can’t sleep
At stop signs
One car should run me over

At my kitchen sink
Nobody will notice
If I left this mess

At parties
Wondering why everyone’s happy
Why am I even here