Sometimes I think about life
Sometimes of death and the release it would bring
A freedom from the struggle and pain of day to day life
But would I miss the good times?
Would I miss love
And what of the people around me?
Would they miss me.
Or am I just another person that could leave without notice?
Some questions will never be known.
Most will not.
But in the end I will live to fight another day. To love. To care. Until my days come to an end. And I get the release that I sometimes long for.
