(I wrote this a bit ago but forgot to put it here. Also, I'm considering moving off of wattpad with all the changes so idk I'll keep you updated, but I have mocks coming up so this might be the only thing you'll get in a while, sorry. Without further ado, a poorly disguised and questionably written rant about  mortality.)

I hope I die softly and quietly
I hope I curl up on myself
And go to sleep with a slight frown
Knowing I won't wake up
And being at peace with that

I hope my death isn't dramatic
The urgent beep of hospital machines
The harsh light and panicked shouts
Wouldn't suit my brand
I'd rather be alone but content
And simply disappear

If I can't have that
Then I hope my death is beautiful
Crimson flowers blooming on white fabric
Falling silently through the air
As the party plays on
In the penthouse above me

If I cant have that
Then I hope my death is tragic
Looking at the moon through tear misted eyes
And seeing my pale shaky hands
As the damp grass below me
Eagerly drinks the blood I've spilled

What would you want from my death?
I promise I could make it fit your tastes
You can use it for sympathy if you wanted
What a quiet way to go
What a dramatic way to go
What a beautiful way to go
What a tragic way to go
Even in death please tell me I'm interesting