To be present, or absent, which one do I want?
Either way I’m going to be miserable
The ridiculousness of the rich and famous
Or to put out the light of day,
No more. Kill me – closed eyes-
Forever; end sadness
Bad happenings will occur no more
For me, or my body to go through. It’s a big
Possibility I’m considering. To die is
Like sleeping, when you sleep you dream.
But if I die I won’t dream.
This continually runs through my mind,
The second thoughts are always there
They haunt us still we do something about it,
Why do we put up with growing pains in life?
Mean insults, heartbreaks,
And governmental flaw’s.
Why do bad things happen to the good?
I could call it quits with one simple blade?
Why keep holding the pain inside, about to burst,
But then what? Seems too simple--
I have not explored my life fully
I will not complete my bucket list
The frightening thought of death
Makes us all cowards,
Too much thinking adds in loads of frustration on the brain
The craziness puts me to a halt.
But shhh, Ophelia is arriving!
I hope she has remembered me in her prayer.
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