You ever think of death?
Some fear the thought of it, afraid
because what they have done in this life.... will haunt them
in the next.

But others they can't wait to take the plunge,
today a boy killed himself.
I mean he took not his life, but the life that his parents put into him
      How? Why?      I don't know. Can anyone answer my questions? Can anyone hear the thoughts that scream in my head of what really matters... It seems to me nothing does.
Was it all pre-planed by a god the-- God?

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know(Do I want to know?).............. Just the other day a boy was left out in the cold and died, he somehow got across town, away from his fraternity, his "brothers." Not just a few blocks away from my house.

And with that, a girl, who I knew, died from sickness and overworking herself.... When she knew she was sick...... did she do this to herself?

Was it known that all these people would die at these specific times, down to a point blank of the second,  because every movement, every thought, and choice they ever made led up to that moment of their life.

Had this god made up their life, and known?


It is weird to think that these peoples bodies are still here, yet lifeless.... how can a body be limp? How does a life leave? What causes it? What causes death, death of a body-of a soul leaving from a beating heart and thinking mind... Personalities gone.


I don't know, and it hurts some part of me that I can't explain.

I ask you to think of not being alive, of there to be nothing after death---- try. Try picturing a world without your thought. Going further than picturing a black nothingness....