she told me she wanted to die
happy
but when she was
happy
she didn’t want to
die
quite a conundrum
what to do what to do
the speeding train
is passing soon
the gates are coming down
do you have your nerve
to walk in front of it
like you said you would
not found in your pockets
or in your backpack
full of scrawled upon papers
empty dreams
unfulfilled promises
from others
to others
and yourself
