My Death

That happiness was killing me
silently and softly
Nobody knew that
I was dying

I felt happy
on the surface
but underneath
I was breaking

Even I didn’t know
that I was ascending
the steps to neither
heaven nor hell

Don’t blame me
I was oblivious
Am I even responsible
for my own death ?

But now, I
gracefully rise from
my grave with
love for all

I know what it means
to die but still breathe
to die but still smile
to die but still be alive.

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