'What Is Death' - Poem by Brytanne Lee
What is death?
Does it make u happy?
Does it make u hurt?
Why is it here?
Why does it hurt us?
Is it here to comfort us in pain?
Is it here to take away all of who u love?
Why is it knocking at my door...
pounding... screeching... scratching... begging...
Why is it stabbing me and making me bleed bloddy tears?
I hate death, I love death.
It gives me so much problems.
It takes away all
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