Have you ever thought that dieing would be much easier then living?
It would take away all the problems, frustration, and rage
You wouldn’t have to wary about feeling bad, mad, or sad
Have you ever wondered about who would miss you if you died?
Who would cry and who would breakdown asking god why
Who would be there as you lay and who would just go alone with there day
Death got to be easy because life is hard
Everyday I think about it
What would it be like if I died today
I look on the news and see people die everyday
Just think… what makes your life so different that that person couldn’t
have been you
What makes you so blesses
I use to be scarred of death
Knowing that one day it’s got to happen
Rather you like it or not it’s on every bodies calender
Everyday I think where we go after we die
Is it just a pitch black like you closing your eyes forever?
Or do you actually see a white light at the end of a tunnel?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem