Death may seem very wary,
And maybe a bit scary.
But, don't you worry,
Because death will be somewhat blurry.
Whenever I may take my last breath,
Please don't grieve over my death.
I'm not exactly scared to die,
But, the thought of dying makes me cry.
I am scared to leave everyone i love; alone,
Everyone that I have known.
I sometimes wonder to myself,
Will anyone be sad?
Or will they be glad?
Death, is a promise.
Death, is an agreement.
And with death there is no coming back.
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My Poems
PoetryI may not be good enough to go very public so this is the start of something good in life. I'm 18 years old and i write about anything to deal with my life or how i am feeling and some of you might feel the same way sometimes. Continue reading. More...
