Will you really be there forever?
When I'm old and frail boned, will you be there? While I'm on my bed taking my last breaths,
When I'm dead in my casket, as they carry me into the graveyard,
Will you be there?
YOU ARE READING
From My Point of View
PoetryRandom thoughts and feelings after late night breakdowns, phonecalls, anxiety attacks or anything that comes to mind really. I'm going to add a TW because these are my thoughts and I have bulimia, Manic Bipolar Disorder, anxiety, ect,. Just figured...
