Death to Me

by Deja Marie Meriwether   May 13, 2005


I'm so sick of crying,
I'm going to dry my tears,
I'm so sick of being sad,
I'm going to have a laugh,
I'm done with killing myself,
How about a rebirth?

This is the death to who I was,
And the birth to who I will be,
This is a death to the sadness and despair,
A birth to happiness and hope.

I was once always sad,
A depressed child of society,
But somethings different,
Somethings changed.

I've been happy,
I've been smiling and excited,
I'm no longer who I once was,
It scares me.

If I'm not me,
Who am I?
I've been reborn,
We'll have to see who I am if I'm not me.

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