i looked at my own picture,
imagining if i'm dead,
would anybody looked at the same picture as detailed as me?

caressing my cold face,
silver pearls dropping to my cheeks,
missing my smile and laughter
would they do that to me?

how does a suicide teenager felt?
lying in her own coffin
looking at those people come and go
more than often those who shook their heads
whispering what a tradegy
she's been so young
full of promises
why did she take her own life?

would she have been regretted her decision?
her decision that makes her cut the contact
with people around her?

lying in the coffin,
maybe she did felt a pang in her heart
maybe she longed for those warmness
maybe she didnt like the coldness surrounding her
maybe she didnt want people crying around her

she wanted to get up
and console her close ones
but, rules of death held her back
closing her eyes in the soothing mantra
is all she could do
in hope for a better life next time