Look at you, you’re alive, it’s really unfair
In my ear a voice is tormenting me
How the remarkable die and in their wake
you get to live, unremarkably
 
What have you done that deserves a breath?
I wince at the sting of a newly formed scar
Such a shame, this cosmic mixup of death,
the wrong day, wrong person, wrong flip of a car

The voice in my head drips with guilt, unreserved
dragging me down like a bull by the ring
Haunting the steps of a life undeserved
Die anyway, you wasteful thing
 
Different day, different car, unrelated…
Words fade, unfair and outdated.

Luciana, 24