Different - Poem by kristin brokaw
Stab the heart that holds the desire.
Cover it with gas and set it on fire.
When it starts to burn, and you begin to choke.
Take one last breath and go up in smoke.
Live no longer, you lived all you can.
Lived through your life without a purpose or a fan
Be not afraid of the thought of you dead.
Be not afraid of the after life ahead.
whether your spirit remains, or your 6 feet under
never for a second begin to wonder.
Life is lost, and you are found.
up in the sky or down in the ground
be known though, make people cry.
make sure everybody knows you intended to fly.
you will not be heard from again, but you will know
you died with out a cause..and nothing to show.
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