Have you ever wondered
which hurts the most:
saying something and
wishing you had not,
or saying nothing,
and wishing you had?

I've been lying
in my bed for
like 20 minutes.

I 'm not thinking
about anything
but at the same time
I'm thinking
about everything.

I'm thinking
about death.

Is it true
that you see
the light
at the end of the tunnel?

Do you have pain
while you're dying?

Do you die like
you have lived?

Do you look
for death?

Or the death
looks for you?

Everything in this live
is so strange,
but the death is stranger.

What does it taste?

Is it true
that all your life
go through your eyes
while you're dying?

Do suicides go
to Heaven?

Is there anything
after death?

What is death?

Sometimes I feel
I can do anything,
and nothing hurts me.

I feel sick.

I've been lying
in my bed for
like 30 minutes.

I keep thinking
in death.

Sometimes I would like
to die, but
sometimes I feel so alive
that I can fly.

I have so much questions
about death.

But I have no answers.

*Sometimes I think,
that I'm already dead.

Mommy, you've nurtured me,
Since the day I was born,
Watched me grow,
And taught me many things I've learned.

In my heart you'll always be,
A hidden treasure,
Just for me, since everything you do,
You do with love and pleasure.

And on this special day,
I'd like to say,
How much you really mean to me,
Because you always find time, even if it's out of your way.