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.
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1 Review Added on October 28, 2008 AuthorselfportraitWelland, CanadaAboutI never finish everything I write. But I want to change that. I'm 17, happy with life. No need to change a thing. more..Writing
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