Sincerely your

Sincerely your

 

Would you care if I died? How would you know? I could die now and it would be left as no more as a moment standing in time. People would ask “how well did you know me?” I would only want to ask why? People seem to care only when they die. Can you remember the last you stood in the mirror and said I’m lucky to here? I know every time I say good bye I give a hug as if it’s the last they will ever get from me, I shake a hand with a since pride hopping they will remember me. Do you ever have a hard time saying I love you? Saying with meaning as if you really me it. No people use it to loosely. Yet there are the ones that say it and truly mean it. Those people have a hard time being loved. For you I weep as I die for you I wish for you to stand higher and see the world the people in your life. Because what if you were to die an not me? This place kills us all yet no one wants to just let go. Forgetting what the life you lead that’s not what anyone wants. Some run home to find they miss something. Left, forgotten maybe even a chance missed. Find your reasons to live and maybe this person dyeing will have more reason to live to step out of himself and take it. This is what life is. This is why I’m here. Did you care when I died? Will you weep for me? Show me; show the world you do care about pass yourself. Hug a little harder, kiss with more passion. Cause to you I am dead and I only wish I knew if you cared.  Sincerely your…

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[catofjade]

Softly, softly, you must tread, where others fear to follow, in order that they may overcome their fears, and follow, after all. Hit 'em wit a brick, and they run, scattering in the wind, because that brick hit too close to home, didn't it, and they're not ready for what you are already past. Silent silver tears cascade down a face whose eyes struggle to be empty, that they may never feel pain again, but who cannot ignore the voice of one crying in the wind, one of the few in all the world who speaks both languages: that of the heart, and that of the soul. Yes, I want to shriek, I want to scream, across time and space, so that it will reverberate within your heart and soul for all the years of your life: Yes, Yes, I will care if you die, do you hear me? Do you hear me? But more than even that, I will care about how you live, do you hear me? Do you hear me?