An old story
If life was a misery then death is heaven itself. Most of you know my story, my cause of death is known too, but my life is the only thing they don't know about.
It's an old story, I was young, you were young too, no need to cry now, no need to pity me either. I'm long gone, I'm long dead.
My grave is not showered with flowers anymore, as it was back then, but that's okay.
I still feel them, hear them, the screams of happiness, the tears of joy for seeing their favorite idol.
I don't blame them either, they did nothing wrong, they loved me too much that's all.
Some remember me sometimes but not everyday, not like before, they moved on as they should, maybe I should have done the same thing. Just move on. But I couldn't, it was too hard, too lonely, too scary.
I'm happy for them tho, I really am. My friends, my fans and my family, they all have new lifes now, with no space for the dead.
Moving on with my story I will take you back to my years of youth, the best years of my life and the start of my downfall.
