Poems

Do I belong here?

Sometimes I am wondering if the World is a proper place for someone like me.
Sometimes I am asking, if it is a proper place for anyone.
Why are we here?
Living our lifes from one day to another.
Living our lifes without really living it.
Surviving.
Some of these survivors live their life in a shadow.
Shadow called Death.
Their biggest fear.
But why?
Why are some of us so afraid of dying?
In some way, death is the best thing, which can happen to you.
Death is a tool, which can release you from you suffering we call life.
Why do we cry for our dead ones?
We should celebrate it.
They find their peace, finally.