Death is not a
It is not like anything
You could ever
Death is an emptiness, a complete and utter
You do not exist
There is no relief
Just nothingness, and an emptiness
of body and soul
Pain is gone, but so is everything else
There is no going back, you are gone
Six feet under, covered by tons of dirt
Decomposing into nothingness
the evidence of your very
Death is not a privilege
That is life
Death is a deletion of everything that you ever were
You do not
You will never see anyone again
Not your friends , not your family
Can’t you get it?
You don’t exist.
Life may be harsh
But death is worse
It is a desolation of existence
Would you rather suffer for those precious moments
Than cease your life, ruin any chance of life ever getting better?
Life is a chance to experience all that you can
It is wrong to waste it
You are here for a reason.
And as tiny as that reason may be,
Death is a destruction of the very reason you were created
Not someone else.