Death. Nothing, some say the ultimate nothing. Sleep. Forever sleep. Underground no mind no thoughts no growth nothing death.
Life. Is life much better or is it worse? Is life truly torture and death are the only asap. Is that what they don't tell us? What we don't learn in school. The mostly, if not totally morbid fact that the real world is far worse than any hell they could make us fear. So much is hidden, lied about, cheated into. They say it's for our protection but we know the truth, and our country, world, and integrity of existence is on a precipice just about to fall off the cliff edge. And then they'll be nothing at all and that will just have to be okay.
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Death Poem
PoetryAn extremely morbid poem about death that I wrote one day when I was super depressed.
