When I died

The day that I died I went numb, I turned hard and unfeeling, and never felt again

The day that I died I left home I walked out of the house and down the street

And never came back again.

I closed the door unaware of how I slammed it

I strolled through the estate, inconsiderate of the trees talking to me; Telling me to wake up

The day that I died I fell in love

Not with a person or a place

But with the idea of being a child again

My youth having been snapped up in a matter of hours

The day that I died my mother mourned

She cried for years after that and never laughed again

The day that I died, I smiled, I laughed and cried and didn’t know what was coming

The day that I died, I lost myself

And to this hour I still wonder where she wandered.

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->I just found this in my notes in my phone, written almost 2 years ago when I was 16 about when my dad died