Self-Proclaimed Expiration Date Poem by Laken Laken

My self-proclaimed expiration date
Was set for 8 years old
Because I'd already accepted my fate
And death had me in it's hold.
But I somehow managed to survive
And seven years later, I'm still alive,
And I'm nearly out of high school
With no hopes, dreams or aspirations.
Because while I'd sit here and pule
My friends would look forward to their graduations
And all the plans they were making after,
Once they finally got to close this chapter.

But I'm not able to look forward
Because I spent all this time planning my death
And now it just feels awkward
That I'm still in such good health,
But I have no regrets
About any of my attempts
Except that I was never able to finish it
And somehow... I'm still here.
And I have to admit
Even though I act fine, I'm still not in the clear
Because every second of every day
I still feel nothing but gray
And everytime a semi barrels down the highway
My first thought is STILL how easy it'd end my life
How it would finally take me away
And I wouldn't even NEED a knife
It would just sweep me off my feet
Before leaving my body as a bloody pancake covering the street,

Finally! In piece.