Why die Young?

Why die young?

When there are songs you haven’t sung.
Sights you haven’t seen
And places you haven’t been.

Why die pretty?

There is a world outside the city.
People you haven’t met.
And secrets you haven’t kept.

Why die so fast?

These moments shall pass,
There’s a book you’ll miss.
There are coffee cups you haven’t kissed.
Meadows to walk through,
Children to talk to,
Books left to be read.
So why, oh why do you wish to be dead?

Why even die when you can truly travel alone,

And leave this world and disconnect your phone?
Why cry over someone’s words,
When there’s someone’s ‘I love you’, you haven’t heard?

Why miss a single piece of art?

Why miss the look in their eyes as you part?
Why sigh and say you’re dull, when the sun shines out of your skin?
Why even get trapped within a glass of gin?
As you stare at that vein kissing that knife,
Think of all things you’d miss if you end this life!
If I were you I’d wait for the scars to fade.
If I were you I’d put down the blade!

Pranshu Chadda
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