If I don't make it, Call my sister
If I don't make it home, Or from my dance class, Or from my early morning jogs, Or to work someday, Wait for me a little longer, I might be sitting by the road, Admiring cars or just overthinking, I might be still in my bed, Debating if that day is worth the corporate stress, I might be deciding if I got to keep going or just give up, If I don't make it, Before you call anyone, talk to God, Ask for my last blessings and a restful death. When you get my house, grab my journal on the bedsitter Write down that date and say that I didn't make it. Search for all my journals and burn them, Because the dreaming and planning will be over. Don't call my guy best friend, because honestly that's heartbreak to never recover from. Don't call my mom directly, Because it will be sorrows to loose her youngest child, No matter how much I can age, I am still my mom's youngest child, her little love...