the death of me
this is just a poem about stuff me and my friend were talking about.
and there is no one is there to catch
i close my eyes
that this will be the death of me.
ppl are there,
i close my eyes,
knowing there is someone else,
she will land,
like a cat with nine lives.
i will fall
and fall and fall
it will be a bloodbath.
shes busy worrying about how shes alive,
everyone is happy she is alive.
but nobody notices, that i fell,
that all those bad things that happened to me,
ended up being
the death of me.