People around you
die everyday.
You never stop
and think
that could have been me.
I do
I wish sometimes
that is was me lieing
lifeless in the casket.
Seeing who cared enough
to come tell me there
final goodbyes.
And wish me a restful sleep.
I've come to learn
that no one ever
really cares.
How you feel,
How you hurt,
Or even how you love.
Nothing matters
Death is the only
thing in life that
takes you as you are.
It don't judge you.
Just takes you into its arms
with the warm embrace
of eternal sleep.
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