Tomorrow
If tomorrow I am gone,
you will all need to long.
Long for my laugh and smile,
long for my non-existent style.
The hardest part for you will be,
going through my room to see,
how sad and angry and hurt i was,
and all a sudden you will pause,
and think of how i used to be,
happy-go-lucky and full of glee.
Remember, not everything is as it seems
and life is not what is it used to be.