What would you do if I died? Would you laugh? Would you cry? Would you come to my funeral? Or would you dance on my grave? These are the qustions I ask myself... I see myself laying in that coffin, And a small crowd. Mother and father, And maybe a 'friend' or two. They forgot me. "Its raining." Somone will say, somone who I thought liked me, They forgot.I cry in heaven or hell, Either way I am alone and in pain. What would you do if I died? Would you laugh or cry? I ask you only that.
I really have no idea who would come to my funeral my family and thats about it...I don't have too many friends that care about my health...they call or forget.
This is one one of my favs from my old journal...I think you all noticed that I was going threw an abandenment issuse...
Missy Mango pop · Sat Jul 05, 2008 @ 08:34am · 0 Comments |