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😂)