People wouldn't miss me when I'm gone. People often say to me "C, I miss you so much I wish you could come back to school I miss you so much." But, I know the truth no one would I can hear it in their voices, I just play along like I can't tell. But what people don't know is that...
"Oh you're a lucky son
Lucky son of a gun
You went away
You went away ..
You went away but now you're back.."
I woke up with this in my head.
I was listing some of my favorite songs ever , I didn't forget ..
Sometimes I feel...
if they died........ To this day not one person has answered how I want..... Its ether I wouldn't notice, Id feel a little bad, I would miss you for a while........ No one seems to ever put me as someone they would think about years later with good memories and miss me... maybe...
Why would anyone miss me? There's no reason that they would. I've made no lasting impact. I've made no family. I've made nothing, and my one contribution to the world is over the moment the people go home.
stake my claim
To take your pain ... "
What does it feel like to die on New Year's Day ?
You answer my questions with poetry
I can't write your words , they burn my thoughts , and I lose them before my mind can conjure a way to hold on..
I've been holding on
If I think hard enough I know that once people new I was gone I might be missed, at least for a while. I honestly don't believe anyone would really miss me that much. Maybe for a short while but not for long. Hell, alot of my in person friends wouldn't even know I was missing...
I hate the holidays. I'm sooooo happy they are almost over.
And it's not bad enough, that I'm stuck with my boyfriend's family this Christmas. It's not bad enough I barely got to see my own family this Christmas, or that when I did, I was treated like an outcast. Now, just to...
I really did wonder if I would be missed, especially two years ago. I used to be very shy, and quiet, and generally kept to myself. I was also very depressed. I hardly spoke to my friends...heck, I barely knew them at all. But since then, I've changed schools, grown more...
I didn't forget . Twenty days apart , we were . Twenty days , twenty million miles , twenty life times .
Because of you , I found my own words . Each time I lose them , I still feel you urging me , moving my pen , pressing into my palms , your ghost grey eyes seeing straight...
from my friends n parents. Which is a two hour journey away. I wonder if they will miss me?
I know I would miss them hella lot cos I'm already homesick juz thinking of moving. But it's my choice and I didn't think much about it until now. ><
I've always spoken of when i die n how things should be n would anyone be there for my parents. I rewrite personal wills due to people leaving my life often. I've always wanted to write my eulogy but what to say. Now that would be a topic for us to tackle.