Ramblings

Yes, Death is my Good Friend

Death is a friend I meet at night,

Telling me to stick around.

He tells me to hold on,

When the answers can't be found.

He tells me that it's not my time,

That I have so long to go.

So when the world is cruel,

And people's words feel like stones,

Death tells me that I'm okay,

I'm so much stronger then I know.

So when I seem alone,

And the world casts me away,

When what makes me happy is spat upon,

And I can't see an end,

Just know that Death is comforting me,

And keeping me around.

I hold my head high,

And make Death proud,

Before I take my place six feet down.