Under pressure

Death

I feel like death always has two firm hands on us,

And we are constantly trying to pull away from its grasp.

Sadly not all of us can make it.

Some of us slip and fall,

Crash and burn,

Jump and drown,

Or even get pushed over the edge.

No matter who you are,

No matter where you are,

No matter what you look like,

No matter what you sound like,

Someone cares.

Someone will always care.

You can try and try to convince yourself other wise,

But it will never truly work.

You will always have someone somewhere looking out for you,

Loving you,

Hoping you are doing okay,

Caring for you,

Wishing for nothing to happen to you.

Just like death,

You can't escape.

Sooner or later the deaths grasp will pull you into its clutches.

All you can do is try your hardest to keep on pulling away from death and closer to the ones that love you.

And when you feel like you just can't anymore,

Work harder,

Faster,

Keep becoming stronger and stronger until you escape the grasp.

Someone has to,

Why not you?

-=+=-
This was inspired by resent events,

If you know who Daniel from Cyndago is, and don't know what happened, I'd suggest you to go to their Twitter/Facebook or even just search 'Cyndago Daniel' you will find it.

Cya later, -Blue