What's left of me

this is me;
this beautiful body
& this splendid soul,
as what my mother's womb told,
exist longer than my ages,
than my memory,
unquestionable loyalty,
like a Siamese twin,
manipulating my blood & hormone,
sometimes others as well,
producing countless feelings,
feelings that are comforting & disturbing,
all are welcomed,
but not this weird feeling,
feeling that can't be described;

what's left of me
when people whom i love die?

prove to me your maturity,
neither of you to commit suicide!