Why die young When you’ve songs you haven’t sung
Sites you haven’t seen and places you haven’t been
Why die pretty
There is a world outside the city
People you haven’t met and secrets you haven’t kept
Why die so fast?
These moments will pass
There is the book you will miss
There are coffee cups you haven’t kissed
Meadows to walk through
children to talk to
books left to be read
so why? Oh! why do you wish to be dead?
Why even die when you can travel alone?
Leave this world
And disconnect your phone
Why even cry over someone’s world?
When there is someone’s ‘I love you’ you yet haven’t heard.
As you stare at that vein kissing that knife
Think of all the things you’d miss if you end this life.
If I were you I’d wait for the scars to fade. If I were you I’d put down that blade.