6 feet underground
their bones lie within

a slate on top of their heads
labeling they are the dead ones

sad yet beautiful
that they once roam this earth

we avoid the thought of death
but seeing this made me realize
and acknowledge that one day
my name will be on a slate
and I will be 6 feet underground

so sad, yet peaceful

so why should we wait for tomorrow
when we can do it now?

feelings unsaid, let them be heard
let them know, and let them see
because tomorrow might never come

you will inevitably be 6 feet underground
with a slate on top labeling
you're dead

I love(d) everything about you
every fibre, every detail

I love(d) watching you
whenever you weren't looking
your serious face, or when you
walk ahead of me
the way you walk
and the way you move your shoulders

I love(d) the veins on your hands
as if they're a road map
do they lead to your heart?

I love(d) the way you smile
and your face
too close to mine
and I would say "stop"
but I love(d) staring at those
brown eyes of yours

I love(d) the talks that we have
late at night
when we are both vulnerable
and you'd tell me things
you've never told anyone
and so will I
together, we'll share,
this secret

And from time to time
I'd sneak a look
and your eyes would meet mine
then i'd pretend it was merely a coincidence
silently happy, that you were looking too

I love(d) when I would act silly
and then you would join me
we'd act silly together, and they would wonder
why those 2 kids aren't normal
but we both know
that being normal is boring

and I am sorry
that my walls, which i built
are too high, too thick
and I wanted to let you in
so I'd try
and try
and try
and kick at them

but they're too high, and too thick
for your patience
were wearing thin

I despised myself
for building such walls

and whenever I am near to giving up
I would remember those times
we spent together

so I'd kick at those walls,
even when you're simply just
touching it,
not trying to break it anymore

those happy memories
ah, good times
good times

but then I'd hear my alarm
at 6 in the morning
knowing it was just a dream

and my walls are finally breaking

but something else broke together with it
realizing that dreams, will only be dreams

a bullet would've hurt
a bit less than this loneliness