I hope no one ever relates to this song
The feeling of losing someone you've known all your life, And not even get the chance to say goodbye to them.
Staring at their belongings, their locked up phone, and not knowing what to do with it.
Walking into their empty room where they used to live and laugh and cry there, and knowing they would never enter that room ever again.
Seeing their gray and cold tombstone for the first time and knowing that if they could see their grave themselves, they would've hated the picture on it.
This feels so unreal and strange

یادم نمیاد اخرین باری که تو زندگیم گشنه و خسته نبودمو

the view form halfway down poem did more to make me not kill myself than any suicide prevention program

"I won't be able to write from the grave"
By Fanny Howe

I won't be able to write from the grave
So let me tell you what I love:
Oil, vinegar, salt, lettuce, brown bread, butter,
Cheese and wine, a windy day, a fireplace,
The children nearby, poems and songs,
A friend sleeping in my bed
And the short northern nights.

حوصلم که سر میره، میرم انگشتمو میکنم تو سایه ها میمالم به چشمم.