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im scared


im going to die

i hate that thought

but it's true

i will die

 

the fear that chokes me

when this thought pops into my head

i have to shake it away even now

 

i think of my parents

and my grandparents

and even my siblings

 

i don't want to leave them

i don't want them to leave me

 

but most importantly

i want to feel

i don't want to be a dead emotionless peice of mass

 

i want emotions

no matter how much they can hurt

i want to feel!!

 

im scared of not having memories

of not having words

not feeling

not moving


it's no fair

 

it scares me

how much time I have left

even in my youth it seems small

 

my parents are 35

even that's a big number

theyre almost half way through life

 

and I'm almost a courter to death

and I'm still afraid of that darkness

dont leave me with the darkness

 

dont leave me with the dead

im scared

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cantyoudoanythingright

im not that great at rhyming poems, i just write down whatever comes to mind, i also have my own style, I don’t tend to do specific types of poems, which may be weird but i like it

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