When I Die

Just my withered thoughts...

When I die,

I beg you

Remember not

the wrong I do

When I die,
I beg you

to miss me

and I, you

Surely, there must be

something about me

to think about

and to be proud

When I die,
I just hope

that death's not worse

than life that's broke

Author's Note

If you're depressed like me, I hope you can relate. You can always use this to voice out. Cheers!

Reviews

[Partly Cloudy]

You are a ghost but you are never invisible to her eyes.

[Rafy T.Nym]

Undoubtedly, your poem differentiates between a broken life and death, but it is evident that there's still some similarity between those two. Your poetrical work is neat and explains the right emotions. Looking forward to reading your other works.

[withered_flower]

Thank you! I'm still progressing, but I'm glad somebody appreciates my work.