I've been thinking about death a lot lately.
It's not that I want to die.
I'm just not sure what the point of living is.
I've been around all of the old people trying to get stronger and be able to move around on their own.
And I don't want to be like that.
I don't want to grow.
I don't want to stay where I am either.
I have so many reasons to live and yet the one reason to die keeps me awake at night.
If all of life is simply waiting for death,
why spend time unhappy,
when you could leave time,
un-spent?
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I Wrote This At Midnight
ŞiirI Wrote This At Midnight is a collection of poems I have and will write, that were most likely written late at night (or just feel very chaotic). As always, thank you for your support, I hope you enjoy :) Warning: The poems included are not censored...
