Angry

Tears fell down your cold face
But they didn’t come from your eyes
It was from the people leaning over you
Sad and angry that you left this way
I was angry too
But not at you
I was angry that it wasn’t my funeral
I was angry that it wasn’t my body in the coffin.
I was angry that I wasn’t dead like you
My secret is;
Every time your anniversary comes around, I still get angry.

Maybe I’ll hate myself forever for not following in your footsteps

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