My Thantopobia Poem by Bobby Butterfield

Ive had thoughts of suicide
but i already died
I have cried
I have lied
but the more i try
the more i die inside
just put a gun to my head
pull the trigger and taste the lead
I take a breath
and realize im scared of death...
What will happen when i close my eyes
where will i fly
will there be light
will it be bright
will my soul fly high in the sky
I can't get things straight
im close to my fait
my body is becoming numb
im scared of death
who is there to blame
that is why i am ashamed
if i died today
would you be by my grave anyway
i close my eye's
and i start to cry
wondering why...
We all die
we try to deny
but our minds are weak
realize that our lives are unique
dont regreat your life
cause youll miss what you never knew