I always fancied myself unafraid
of loss
and death

Maybe
It was the lack of people
close
and caring

People I loved or knew
or even
wanted
to know

Now, here I stand
at the precipice
of a revision
a simple one at that

A death
not harsh
or cruel
but one that was calm,
wished for
even

And you know what?
I am scared

Now that I finally have
People
that I love
and know
and care about

It's they who seek a bullet
or a knife
or perhaps the "peace"
of drowning

And I don't know
what to do
how to stop them
how to help

But I don't want to
be alone
and all I can think
to do
is to follow