Me

I had always believe I’d die young.

Was it the booze?

Was it the folk?

Or was it just ME? 

I lie awake at night wondering how it would happen.

Will it be an illness?

Will it be an accident?

Or will it be ME? 

I thought I wanted a family.

I thought I wanted a soulmate.

I thought I wanted a life fulfilled.

Then, I thought in the end there is only just ME. 

Don’t get me wrong, I love my life.

I love my family and friends.

I love how I’ve grown and how I will grow.

But, there is always someone lurking.

Waiting for ME. 

He will cry.

She will cry.

Some might smile.

And the cause of it all is ME. 

A death so young.

Maybe, I’m wrong.

Maybe, I’m right.

But for now, we will SEE.