Just a random poem. I hope you like it.
THE DEATH OF ME
And when you dig up my grave
I know I will be all alone.
It’s just how I have been, How it had to be.
So, I will understand when death comes knocking.
That I was to never be a shield but a king.
Never be someone’s, just somebody.
On my own, forever alone.
And I understand, my needs and my deeds will work upon this venture to be fulfilled.
So, as I die, when I die
I know I won’t have you cry for me
You won’t shed those precious beads
U won’t greave for me.
But I will understand.
For I made it that way.
I wasn’t meant to be loved.
I was just meant to be someone, to just be.
And now I think it is time to accept my fate.
All alone, just like I came.
Go back to the sands that made me.
So ever alone, forever alone.