Death comes to grab us

Sometimes unexpectedly

Or we call death ourselves

when broken and lonely

And other times we know,

when death is coming

So it’s another birthday for you

You’re excited to grow old

What have you done?

You’re growing

No adventure has been stamped upon your soul

You’re blinded by the norms of society—

like most

I don’t want you to die,

With an unlived life.

Anyway enjoy your eighteenth birthday sis,

hope life treats you kindly

From,

Stella

Dear Stella,

You’re eleven, you shouldn’t be having these thoughts. Are you ok?

From,

 Julia 

(This poem’s a little corny but, hey😂)