Slice of Life

Where Do I Go When I'm Six Feet Under?

Have you ever think about where do you go when you're six feet under?
Have you ever think about how you will finally leave this world?
Will it hurt? Will it easy?
Will it go fast? Or will it go slow

When is the time?
When is the day?
Is it today? Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow?
Will it be a while? Or is it still a long time away?

Spending almost half of life to think and guess something that's unpredictable and maybe can come this time.
Asking to myself will there be many people who will come?
How many people who will come?
Will people come willingly?

Will they cry for me?
Will they feel empty?
How long they will cry?
How do they feel?

Thinking at midnight about who will cry the longest?
Who will cry the loudest?
Who will leave the last?
Who will leave reluctantly?

Telling myself that time wont stop
It will keep going and moving on no matter what
Seconds will pass by
Day after day, week after week, month after month

A the end of the day i will be forgotten
There's nobody will remember anymore
But how long did it take for all of that to happen?
When people don't remember me anymore?

Time will pass
People just will continue their life
Enjoying their life
Live happily without me

Here i am
On the empty space
On a room in the middle of nowhere
Trapped six feet under

With nothing
With nobody
Without knowing what will happen next
Without knowing what happen outside there

So where do i go if i'm six feet under?
Will it be a room full of silence?
Will it be the safe place?
Will it be the place that i imagine for a long time?

Is it what i want?
Is it what i need?
Is it what i'm searching for?
Is it what i'm looking for?