In this casket I lie,
Lonely and cold
Surrounded by familiar strangers,
Young and old "she was my daughter"
"she was my friend"
"she was my partner"
"she was my ex"
And blah blah blah
All the things you did, never/shoulda told me
And Sob sob sob
All the tears - some fake, some real- that will never bring me back "may her gentle soul rest in peace" you all end with
Then you proceed to lower me into the grave, and my heart skips a beat
Oh wait, that's not possible...
Question of My Mind
The lingering question that is blocking my thoughts, making me take guesses at to what the answer may be, what I feel, why I feel happy just wanting to die peacefully in my sleep and wake up in a while.
Beauty is pain
I questioned myself in the movie theater, watching the black cat on screen and all the others around him
Why must I be here, why am I here, i'm not beautiful like them
Is it a crime to feel lesser than your best?
Must it be what keeps me from doing MY best?
I was happy at the thought of what if I kill myself
I'll be gone
I felt happy again for a few seconds
I questioned myself again
Who cares, why am I here, who loves me
I'm scared, nervous
My mind draws a blank as to why I wanna die
I wish to be told why I'd be happy, why..was I glad to think that?
I'd be happy to die alive
Is that truly a crime? #Deep#Photo#Photography#youngphotographer#photographerintraining#emotional#emotion#feelings#DeeperMeaning#Beauty#Pain#Sadness#death#Happinessindeath