Naked truth,
Sometimes I do imagine myself dead.
Because I really want to see
Who all would really care if
I breathed one last time.
I want to see who would cry,
Who would be devastated,
Who would be elated,
Who would bring me my favorite flowers,
Who would shed crocodile tears,
And who would sit by my grave, day and night
While I rest six feet below the ground.
I know it's a very somber thought to have,
But I think the true way one feels about you
Comes out only after you are gone.
So I want to disappear,
Just for a day.
Because my soul needs rest
And I need to know who are
The ones who really care about me.
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The idea to this poem came through a conversation that I had. You can check that out on 'phone' that is published on 'Poems about love' by me.
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Trapped in my own head
PoetryShe is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a worl...
