I used to love to read and write and eat and sleep
I used to love to dance and sing and run and laugh
I used to love the way reading made the feel. The way I loved movies so much
I used to love the smell of food and even better, the taste of it
I used to love how I loved to speak and argue until everyone heard me and understood me
I used to love everything I used to be and everything I dreamed to be.
But then I died
I couldn’t eat or sleep or dance or sing or run or laugh anymore
I couldn’t be what I’ve always wanted and all I’ve always wanted to be
I couldn’t see my very innocent sister’s smile when she asked me very dumb questions
I couldn’t see the way my mom cooked and cooked until she was covered in sweat and the pain that constantly hung around her
I couldn’t see the way my tired and ever hopeful dad always looked at me with pride anytime he saw my grades
I couldn’t be anymore.
Then I died and after I did
My dreams died with me
My love died with me
My loneliness died with me
My strength and weakness died with me
The voices in my head died with me
The marks I decorated my skin with died with me
The ugly thoughts I always thought about myself died with me
My happiness and sadness died with me
I died with me.
hi people! How’re you doing?! I really hope you’re doing ok!
For me, I’m pretty good. I just wanted to share this poem with you:)
thank you for reading!
*don’t forget that God loves you forever and that you’re so worthy🤍🌻