Why Is It So Hard To Die? Poem by Napa Napa

Why do we kill ourselves to stay alive?

What's the point?

When all we have is misery?

What is Death but the beauty of life?

But we drown ourselves so eager to let it go.

Why is it so hard to Die?

We dance with the blade against our skin.

For who is calling but our demons within.

Do we feed it the urge to jump or,

Do we scream in hope of rescue that we know will never come?

Is it so hard to Die?

What stops that blade from finishing the art of truth?

What cages that demon of despair?

We Do!

We choose to fight instead of surrendering to the dark.

But is still fun to dance with Death itself.

To be reminded that the beauty of life is always in the darkest corners of the mind.

I guess it is hard to die.