Death sounds like a dream
No longer having to worry about a thing
Work, home, errands, pretending to be fine
No longer caring if I cross that invisible line
It won’t matter anymore that I can’t sleep
I won’t have to stress over promises I can’t keep
I will no longer see the disappointment on their faces
The worry that I cause, the pity filled embraces
I won’t have to talk or laugh or smile
I won’t have to care or fight my trials
No more headaches no more sadness
No more anger and no more madness
Yes, death truly does sound like a dream
One that I think about a lot it seems
But for now it isn’t a possibility
So it remains a silent wish for me
