Day 9

A Chapter by Dark_Poet

'She was born in the season of Autumn leaves, died amidst the grief, all in the season of Autumn leaves.'

Letter from Sophie

Dear People,
People die everyday. Less people care about why they died anyways. I'm just another person who desired a happy life, because, let's face it, who doesn't want to live happy?.

When people read this, I'd probably not be there. But, those people who love me, would not cry. Because they know I hate tears.

It's a really common thing to say during death. 'I hate tears..' And stuff like that. I tell you, folks, cry for the right reason.

You waste your tears on me? I would rather be happy if you waste these tears praying to God to give you strength.

No, I'm not being religious, I'm being practical.

If you ever pray for your own death, just know that I wanted to live. But, I wouldn't.

Yes, of course, in your memories and hearts, I'd forever be there, but on Earth?
I'm and was ephemeral.

If you really want to pray for your death,
The next time, pray to God to just give your life to someone who at least wants to live .. And love.

Oh! How sorrowful is it to see my love's not fulfilled,
The past , the feelings, all would stay concealed.
I wished not to survive but live,
Who knew this day would come,
That I would strive hard just to survive at the most?
I know, it's obvious ,
To cry over someone you care.
The world fills with sorrows and nothing's ever clear.
But then again,
There's something called mature,
Which would tell you death happens every time, it's a mere part of nature.
I hope you understand me and my life
The girl who wanted to live,
Got stabbed by death with a knife.
The girl born amidst the autumn leaves, died in the mere grief in autumn leaves.

At last, I just want to say,
The person whom this goes to would know,
This is for him.
I didn't want you to love me. I just needed you to at least say a final goodbye.

Yours faithfully
Sophie

..................
An year has gone past,
Since Sophie once died.
The girl born amidst the autumn leaves,
She only cried.
People forgot her and happy they only be,
Some said they're sad and, forgot their real 'me',
Her diary was the only thing which was left to see.
She wanted to see happiness,
Wanted to live hope,
The girl died amidst the autumn leaves,
Found struggling, hard to cope.
Now, it was peace
Now it was splendid,
The sorrow of the girl,
Born amidst the autumn leaves,
All now ended