heyooo my friends
how are you
i wich you okay
so this 's my new poem
wich you like it
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" what if i die young "
What if they wake up one day and don’t hear my voice , don’t see my face , don’t find my body walking .
What if they sit together to eat and find a missing place in the table?
What if they watch what was my best TV shows and I won’t there.
What if they go to school , study without me , pass exams without me , speak , jock , play , smile or even cry without me .
What if they know that they won’t see me again ? what if I die .
May they cry or even looking sad ? may they remember me , my voice , my face …?
They’ll see my memories , my blog , my sites on net or even my drawings ….
They’ll be surprised , they’ll know things didn’t ever know it . they’ll know their daughter for the first time , they’ll know how did I pass my days , how I felt , how much days I cried inside but still seem happy , how much words I didn’t tell to anyone… how much … how much
They’ll know the real me but too late ..
So this is the last thing that I’ll write in my memories , I wrote it in the last paper of it to end it with .
“ now I can say that you know the real me , so you can close it , this was the memories of a girl was living with you one day “
maroOo
