Living long.
What a cruse.
Seeing everyone die around you.
To be alone.
Why do we want to grow old?
All it brings is loss.
The pain of living.
Weighing heavily on your shoulders.
Untill it is to much.
Why must we grow old and feel that kind of pain?
Why do we suffer?
We forget.
We grow weak.
We will die.
I wish I could cry.
But my eyes wouldn't open.
I am dead.
I will stay like this until I an nothing.
I am so lonely.
Doe's everybody underground feel like this?
stuck in a tumb.
I wish I could go back.
But I know that will never happen.
I am dead.
Because I grew old.
I am so lonely.
I wish death wasn't like this.
So lonely.
So live long and be happy.
Because when you become like me,
You will think back to your life.
Live.
Love.
Before you die.
Live long.
