I sit here and cry
millions of thoughts taking over my mind
why must i think?
it only leads me to trouble
im thinking of it
that once so horrid thing to think
i remember fearing it so
but thinking now it would be a blessing
why must i feel?
why must i cry?
why do we live?
why do we bother
to go through this life worrying about death?
i sit here and cry
fearing to die
but always welcoming it with open arms