A Blast From The Past (poem)

I miss my suicide
I miss when i died
I miss when I unalived myself
By the highway, I-95
I miss that feel
That Feeling was too real
I just needed some affection
But they came to steal
Death was a peaceful journey
A road where some roam
Death was a comfortable life
In ways you wouldnt even know
Like ghosts in snow
Like ghosts in snow
If you need it, then you better hold on
Thats a path of the unknown
Only for the brave enough to let go