Don’t die.

Anastasia Murzin

January 7, 2004

There will be so much sorrow

In my life, even if I become yours.

I don’t want to follow

Someone who doesn’t value life.

You don’t understand,

You are weak.

That’s where I stand:

My death will be meek.

Never follow your habits,

If they have become pellets

Of bronze and steel

Aimed at someone who can feel.

Beware of what you follow

Don’t trust happiness or sorrow.

Please, don’t die,

Or I will cry.

Enjoy your life alone.

And at my death don’t morn.