Death;
It makes most people
Uncomfortable or sad,
But not me.
Life;
Is joyous and great
For most of the population,
But not me.
Is death the
"After life" or
Is there even an
After life?
Or maybe life
Is the prequel
To death,
Who knows?

We go through every day,
With struggles and hardships,
Benefits and positivities,
All for what?

We seek corrections for our faults,
And some strive for perfection,
Others try to get by, unnoticed,
And without detection.

We breathe without thinking,
So we have time to know more,
But if we think without breathing,
We will be no more.

The point is, we're all here,
All on this earth,
All for what?
To end up buried in the dirt?

I'm just saying,
I don't see the point in living,
But if I die prematurely,
Will God be forgiving?

I know He's forgiving,
I've been taught that my whole life,
But you see, I'm having this
Battle inside me, or maybe it's a small strife.

I don't really know the point of this,
Or main idea, or theme,
I've just let a lot build up,
And now I want to scream.

It's like finding a lost puppy
That you want to keep for your own,
But you have to return it to
It's original home.

I don't know what's gotten into me,
I'm a wreck, a mess, ******* up,
I guess I just need to calm down,
Before I blow up.

Onward I'll go with my life,
Trying to make something good out of it,
Hoping I don't get torn down again, soon,
With every uphill, a downhill will hit.