i wonder how life would be
six feet under ground
i won't cry every night
i won't ever wake up
i won't need to die to feel alive
i won't need to fake a smile
i won't long to feel love
i won't have to watch everything fall apart
and the best part is that
i will get to be beautiful with a flower crown
and a white gown
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this sucks. seriously why are you reading this?
YOU ARE READING
Morbid
Poetrymorbid adjective /ˈmɔː.bɪd/ /ˈmɔːr-/ definition: too interested in unpleasant subjects, especially death: a morbid fascination with death