Ocean of Thoughts

World War 3

I've always been scared to grow up.

Now I'm scared I'm not going to.

I've got a feeling sometime soon that we will go to war. Chemicals. Bombs. Guns. And I'm scared. I am. I'm crying like a baby on my bed and I don't want to die. If I do I pray to god it's quick. Not slow or painful. I don't think I could take it. I'm scared of starving to death. Someone slitting my throat slowly. Snapping my neck. And letting me die slowly and painfully. I want my death to be quick. So quick I don't know it's happening. Like dying in my sleep.

I'm also scared my mom won't be near. Like she'll be on a business trip. Or something. And I don't know what I'd do. If she died and I lived.

So I have a feeling it's gonna happen. World War 3. Except this time. No one will be around to write about it.