MortisOne thing I think about entirely to much is death..... The though of it consumes me. Sometimes I feel like I am ready to die. Death could come at that moment at I wouldnt care. Other times I think about it and it is a scary thought to realise I will be gone forever. I also realise that in 100 years I will no longer be even a memory. i will be nothin more than a name on a piece of paper and a few numbers. I think about those who have died before me and realise how selfish my feelings are. I never really give thought to the dead. Why should people give me thought when I die? Why should I care I wont know anyway. I cant really fathom anything moMortis
Everyone but meI feel so alone In this world No where is home No one is there No one cares In this world Time heals all All but me In this world Love is good Good for everyone Everyone but me In this world People are happy Happy and loved Everyone but me In this world Everyone gets confusedEveryone but me
But for some reason I'm always confused
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