sad gurl.

i think i am obsessed with dead things.
dead flowers.
dead humans,
& dead bugs.
am i weird?
what is wrong with me?
i am obsessed with dead things.
my home is cluttered with dead flowers i save.
the dead flowers transform into my sad art projects.
my mind thrives on the idea of dead humans.
i plan my own funeral every other day.
i save dead bugs.
my dead fly collection is growing.
i am obsessed with everything dead.
i want to know the history behind all dead things.
where did the flowers grow out of the earth?
who started their life?
did this fly come from a different town?
where are his parents?
dead humans amaze me.
what did they do before they died?
did they feel death approaching or was it fast?
i want to be like them and i hope one day
someone saves my dead bones and dries them
out for their art project.
i think i am obsessed with dead things.