• as i walk into the cemetary,
    i see nothing but dust,
    cobwebs,
    and, joy,
    headstones.
    rows and rows of headstones.
    all the deaths inscripted are unique,
    there is evn one that says,
    "lacey shirley, died by woodchiper."
    but no,
    i am no stranger to this cemetary
    no, i am no passerby.
    i am looking for a specific headstone.
    the headstone i am looking for reads,
    "my heart's corpse, died by being beaten to death by my ex-boyfriend."
    tsk, tsk....
    died so young...
    it was so beautiful..
    at least,
    thats what people said,
    but i guess,
    all good things have to end some day sooner or later.
    i guess mine was just sooner than later.
    i am no longer existing,
    no one can see the real me,
    for its too late,
    because i died along with my heart.
    so, as my corpse leaves you all,
    the people who knew me,
    the real me,
    i ask of you,
    never forget me.
    the me before i was dead,
    inside....