I'll be honest, the thought of death nor dying scares me. Or never knowing what it's like to be famous, for people to know the greatness I brought into the world. Getting in a car accident doesn't frighten me either. What scares me is those last seconds when you realize you're alone. No matter how much love or attention you're given at that very moment, you're alone. Your life flashing before you, everything you did wrong, hurting people, pushing loved one's away, just wishing you could take those moments back. Those moments where something went wrong for you and you sat in tears for hours wondering "why me?".  Truth be told that when everyone is around you, they begin to fade. You loose your hearing, everything gets fuzzy, and you can't hear anyone, just counting the seconds away, waiting to greet death. Seeing a black void in the distance, there's a latter somewhere but you can't see it. Can't crawl your way out of the void. As the void is seeping in, everything is fading. Right before your eyes when you finished saying goodbye, and hello to a cold dark place to call as your new home.
                     Truth be told