I often think about my own death
it keeps me awake at night and won't let me rest
everyone thinks that I'm ok
because I don't want them to know what I am thinking
you see my own death would let me meet
the one who did the making
I write alot so no one knows
all hurt and the pain as it grows
I keep it all in my head and let it out in poems
who is to know what I think next
I sure don't but still will get no rest
I wanna dream again but not about that
I just want my whole life back
I never stopped loving just put it on hold
I guess I made how my life unfolds
who knows when I will meet my maker
who knows I might take my own or die a natural death