When sadness is a funny thing

A poem for your death

you, you, you, you,
you, you, you, you,
you, you, you, you,
you, you, you, you,
you, you, you, you,
                        die.



A poem for your death, part 2

die, die, die, die,
die, die, die, die,
die, die, die, die,
die, die, die, die,
die, die, die, die,
                    you.

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The reality about the death I wish, sometimes, you meet

tbh I don't hate you,
I don't really care about you
Ofc I'm sad when I see how nicely you seems to succeed when I still struggle
but I don't hate your "present" you
I hate the past, what you have done, what I have lived
I hate the fact that it happened
I hate that sometimes I'm blocked by your memory
You are my worst souvenir
I hate still having trouble to figure it out
I hate the tumor you put in me
I don't wan't to deal with you anymore
When will it stop ?