Death Of Myself Poem by Kat Hix

is sadness an ambition?
have i come to bury it
and not to mourn it

remember i
the days i woke
to depressed
self of mine
little did i pity
now that i could not
pity
no more

needless to say
i felt more dead
than i was buried
or more buried
than i was dead
either way
i was breathless
i was walking dead

sad to say
i realized
my ways
in the shoes
of another i
viewed myself
with my eyes blurry
saying goodbye at the cemetery