Regrets

I think about death too much sometimes,

I wonder,

What would happen If I die the next day

Will people go through regrets?

For not being there for me when I needed them, 

For constantly reminding me of my flaws 

For not trying to understand me at my lowest,

For hurting me, breaking me, pushing me away 

I wonder,

What would happen if I die the next day,

Will I go through regrets? 

For being so pathetic and not loving myself

For being useless to my family 

and being unable to make them proud 

For not telling my sister

That I look up to her 

For not telling my mother 

That she has always been ideal 

I wonder,

What would happen if I die the next day

I think I’d be glad 

to finally tell my father

That I’m thankful and obliged

And sorry for being a trouble sometimes 

I’ll tell him that despite of our little fights

There were numerous things about him that I liked

I think about death too much sometimes…

I wonder,

What would happen if I die the next day 

I think, then the fear of death would finally go away