Life's short.
And sometimes people don't realize that until they are at the end of theirs.
Until they are sucking in their last breath,
Laying on their death bed.
Death crosses my mind a couple times a day.
It's not a new thought,
Or a very scary one.
It's been embedded in my head,
In the back of my mind,
Since I watched my grandmother die.
I wasn't scared,
I was sad.
I always thought,
Why did she have to leave?
Why did she have to go?
Now I know,
Everything comes to an end.
Even the most beautiful things.
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Poetry100 word stories. - warning! Talks about suicide, self harm, abuse, etc. read at your own risk. this is your only trigger warning. -
