Who will miss me when I'm gone?
Who will sit at my grave
besides the roses and crows?
Who will remember me?
As actually was?
Or rather
who will save me from myself?
when the going gets tough?
No one will miss me when I'm gone
And maybe that's why I go
**DISCLAIMER**
This is a poem from when I wasn't in a good place. I'm better now with therapy and supportive friends. Still wanted to share though.
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PoetryA collection of some of my poems :) Similar names and/or experiences are merely coincidences as I use fake names if any at all. *#25 in poems, #5 in Poembook* This poetry is specially designed for you love! Enjoy~
