Before i died, i had lots of friends.
before i died,
i had lots of dreams.
before i died,
i had had lots of loves.
before i died,
i had made lots of mistakes.

despite everything, ii don't regret.
but again, sometimes ii think
about living all over again.
are all my loves were just lies, oh God?
im all alone.
im melting away piece by piece
piece by piece.

my poem