My Book of Everything

Death

I think that death is hypocritical.
It takes away the pain of this life, but tears you away from people you love.
It feels like they are always with you, but they are gone forever.
You think of them, and relive the happy moments, but remember the despair when you realized they were gone.
You smile when you think how good of a person they were, but cry at their memory.
You hold on to every memory of them, but you find yourself forgetting....