82. Plane Crash: Pessimism

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Gone about doing the
day-to-day thing,
I worry about a plane crash,
I haven't heard about one in quite some time,
I worry for my father who travels through the airplane quite a lot,
I worry if I leave my town,
My worst fears come true,
I'm scared that the flight I get on is going to be the one that falls down to the ocean.

No one has died with poison, knives, vacuum, electricity coursing through your veins, dehydration,
I don't think you'd want to be the one who dies in the worst way possible.
Too add, they'll never find your killer, you don't even know what happens
at heart rate: 0.

This is me worrying about everything around me.
This is me scared of everything that could go wrong that hasn't yet or in a while,
I'm scared I will have my last breath now.

I've thought,
when I was young,
no one's going to die without growing old,
only now I realise it can happen to anyone in a bad, sad world.

If the plane is crashing down,
The thunder's roaring loud,
If I close my eyes,
Do you think I'm alive?

No one really wants to die,
They say that no one really ever dies,
I don't trust that, cause' even when I'm at home watching the sitcom, and someone passes away, I don't why, I start crying again.

Maybe it's the thought of DEATH,
Can't help but feeling scared,
I feel alone, helpless,
Thinking that no one will ever really understand.

Pessimism.
The thought of losing your life,
The lingering feeling that something bad's going to happen,
The negative mechanism to make you think you are right,
The notion that everyone's going to be gone one day,
no one will love you anyway.

Forever or for worse,
It's bad,
I'm still wearing this coat coloured black.

It's beyond control,
Surpassed repair,
Plane crazy,
Boom!
What's next?

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