Am I next?

We don't decide how much time we have left
Living in the past
Like there is no present
Hoping for the best in the future
As if we'll be traveling there
Maybe you feel when you're about to die
When there is left no time
Maybe you're called in a dream
by someone who committed suicide
Realising that you wasted your life
And now the dead wait for you on the other side
Realising a cat don't got nine lives
Remember that you never confessed
Your love
Maybe you've found your soulmate
But I haven't found mine
To say I'm ready that would be a lie

Let out the anger you keep bundled up inside
Don't let anyone set your heart alight
Make sure you shine bright
Wait wasn't I talking about death?
Don't you feel different
A different type of sick
A new type of heartbeat
Scary how you've become weak

If this is goodbye
Then no one can defy destiny
But had hoped for a different ending
♡

Shanel C
Sunday, 22:19 14 June 2020

Author's Note

Can you think of a time, where writing almost saved your life? Or helped you cope with anxiety or depression. To be honest this is one of my favourite works of poetry and if it's published then that means I'm still alive and you're still alive too. I ask myself too, why the death poems, because death scares me too? I guess I'm trying to come into terms with it.