"this isn't about..."

frustrated with another message
laugh of a slippery step
another one to the side
to forever forget

no this isn't about dying
neither is it bout love
although now that it's mentioned
there might be stuff going on

in love with the rowans
that line the road to school
forever grateful for their red
leading to the building soon

they always begin the end
although for me that was in June
when I lost my breath
paramedics revived me way to soon

the only thing I wish I'd known
is how they would react
when the things unsaid got spoken
the rowans still red, intact