untitled.

its a young heart.
wasn't broken from the start
life that was
becomes life that is
i can't not remember
it was november
i was young but i recall
her demise, i saw her fall
she was taken away
but never wanted to stay
no words to be shared
she didn't even care
alive or dead
is what they said
silence silence screaming
her sickness was beaming

i'm too old for this
no kiss can fix
shovels of dirt, please
hide all of my memories

goodnight, sweet sickness
goodnight demise
all that she was
me: desensitized.