Scared.

Scared.

A Poem by selfportrait

I'm scared to die, i sit and try to make up what life would be like when I'm dead. I think about being forgotten, what it feels like to be dead, and if there really is life beyond death. I think about how life goes on when I'm decaying underground in a casket i picked out long before i knew i would have died. I hate not knowing when its going to happen. It could happen Tomorrow, In 3 month's or years from now. I think to much about the future, that i forget the fun of the past. I thought about how i could die, and there is literally a million and one ways I, or someone could die. Some explainable. Some Not.

© 2008 selfportrait


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I really liked this. I think about stuff like this too much as well.
And some days it just takes over. And some nights too. Sometimes I dream about things like that.
It's kind of haunting.
Well thank you for sharing your thoughts.

-Elissa:)

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Welland, Canada



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