If death were to be a friend, we'd be sitting together drinking hot chocolate and having marshmallows in our pink sleepwear and pink blankets.
If death had to be a mother, it would be scolding and correcting my ways of doing things.
If death were to be a sister, we would be fighting on who looks prettier today.
If death were to be a crush I had, I'd be smiling alone each time I think of it and saving cute lil pictures of it.
If death were to be my roommate, we'd share past experiences during late nights and how strong we should stick together as a unit.
If death were to be school, **** I'd be running every single second of my life from that bully in school or the lessons that just drain your energy including the liquid that surrounds your eyeballs.
If death were to be sports, I'd be doing what I love and keeping fit.
But death is not any of that.
Death is what rips your soul away from you.
Death is what seizes you from your family and friends.
Death is what makes people forget about your existence in this world.
Death is what makes you think twice before making either that one final big move, or the dumbest and biggest mistake of your life.
Hence death is not pretty.
It is a lesson that should teach many that if their destinies have not been fulfilled, then their purposes have not been served,