Poetry About Dying Young Novels & Stories

He was just too good, had a pure soul. There was this saying "You won't know what you've got, untill you'll loose it." And I felt I should just die along with him, I couldn't bare the pain. I wanted to go with him, I should've been the one dead instead of him. He was fucking too young to die. He hadn't even enjoyed life. He fucking came into this world to die at a very young age. End of flashback

They let in the light, and I felt it heat the side of my face as I met David’s eyes. “Until I was seventeen, I knew nothing but happiness,” I said, very quietly. The world fell still around us, with only the swinging of my lower leg to keep time. “But – yes,” I smiled, repeating his earlier statement. “There has been young love. I often wonder what my life with her would have been like, had I not died.” “It is strange, is it not?” He hummed. “To die young. There is so much potential: it blooms in every flower, every sunrise, every silver-lined cloud. For that to disappear… it is very sad,” he sighed.

"You only have a little amount of time,you have to hold them,really tight,and stare at them so close,so they won't get away. Then you tell them,that they aren't going to leave you just like that,you make them happy,happy that they leave this world smiling,not sober" I sighed. "You're scared" "Pardon?" "You're not just scared of your loved one dying, you're scared that you won't be able to move on" "I have to go"I said,and pulled out some cash from my back pocket. "Thank you"the driver said,and I got out,my mind a mess,"hey! Sir?!" I turned back,"Happy New year!"the driver yelled,and all the other drivers on the road yelled a happy New year,I wasn't sure it was to me. To me,they just wished e

Sweet dreams were broken When I looked upon the sky Hateful words spoken I thought to say my goodbyes Down the hole, I went Where dark was the only light The frown I resent The bright day barely in sight Deep in my sad mind There I laid down on the grass Where I try to find Whatever can truly last I look to the sky Where darkening gray clouds come in The rain starts to fly Down upon my weathered skin Then I close my eyes And let the dark enclose me Now there are softened cries as I die by the green tree. Finishing my diary, I stood up to leave, but I found myself not taking a step. I just didn't want to go home yet.

With that we talked through the night . There are times that you would close your eyes, Those special memories of me will always bring back a smile, Calling my number repeatedly but with no response , If only you could have me back for just a little while you would say ,When I fade like the shadow of moon or like the whispers of the sea, The times of pain and the days of sorrow ,Miss me a little but not too long ,I want no cries, why cry for a soul gone to a better place, a home built with gold ,The time when living feels like dying ,Miss me but let me go , When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me , Miss me but let me go , For this journey is one we all must take , Bury

The last. The battle the flesh must always lose. No flesh has conquered the scythe of death. It rips. And it doesn’t end there. It cuts through your soul like a silver thread so sharp it’s seemingly impossible to stop. I couldn’t see any blinding lights or hear any trumpets blow. There also wasn’t any cloaked man with a skull face holding a sickle. All I could see and all there was, was darkness, and it enveloped me like the dark clouds of a storm does when it spreads and claims the sky. My dark cloud had come and I expected a heavy downpour. Well, I had it. The downpour. It came, yes. It did, but it wasn’t on the roof I heard it, or the windows. I didn’t even hear it. I felt it. I felt it f

Then from the sky, a small bird appears and begins to increase in size and soon everyone realizes that a huge dragon was hovering over everyone those who are in mourning raise their eyes to see that dragon decreases in size until it lands in the humanoid form in front of them, in his hands there is a papyrus, those men gather to see what was written. Then a very familiar voice rings out for them to hear: Note: I am using the translation of the song If I Die Young, by The Band Perry. I am also using the song I Apologize - Five Finger Death Punch. "I apologize for the promises I will fail to keep, I apologize for all the people I hurt and hurt. Someday the days will come to an end, and I know

Were they afraid I might fall to my death, or were they hoping for it? I was certain it was the latter. I spread my arms wide and with my eyes turning red, I opened my mouth, allowing the winds to carry my words to them down below Let it rain, hail and brimstone, My dead bones has risen, I’ve returned, the unforgiven dead. By ash and bone, by blood and blight, I call the darkness to take its bite. Let sickness rot their flesh and breath, Let every dawn bring closer death. Let fever scorch their brittle veins,

We're standing a few inches away, facing the lake and looking at the beautiful ducks floating. "Death is a slow poison", she says after a while. "Not to the person who dies— but to those whom the person leaves behind. The poison gradually sucks out happiness from a living one and makes them crave dying. If we start giving importance to death, mourning instead of celebrating their lives, death wins" Her deep words consume me, filling the voids inside and making me realise how badly I need to come out of the realm that has surrounded me. I close my eyes, going back to childhood— the moment which changed my life forever.

Or it will stay in my mind, that’s bothersome. Dark with death- Same old town same old eyes – The final plea. Passing by, lights-red. words in lips and space. The piece of dust you see- when the light hits, out for sanity. Once upon a time stars died.