Death people

There are more death people That I know Than there are alive people That I like Sometimes I wonder Why do I even have to talk about them When all they did was to destroy And when they're gone long ago It makes me upset to think That somehow The glimpses of their existence into mine Shaped me into who I am today Perhaps I can't face the fact That I wouldn't have improved That I wouldn't be here Without having had to be forced To cross paths with them To think they were worthy of my time Or even worse: my love Or whatever thing I thought it was I wish I could erase Those memories And just reset my thoughts Without forgetting all the lessons Thus, not repeating The same mistakes again And becoming better Without having to look at the wounds Preventing them from healing As I always touch them And remove their dried blood That drips before they turn into scars I guess that's why I don't Add faces to my draiwings So that I always recall That at least faces are forgettable That I can cover with dark shadows The silhouettes of the nightmares My mind has failed to remember But my body has not

July 13, 2025