Death

• Naomi Maynard, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2011

Death comes to everyone.
Sometimes, quicker to some, than others.
But it comes eventually.
Some decide to die, others don't.
Some die young, some die old.
Either way we all die.
I wish I could die,
For the pain of this life is too much.
I believe in an afterlife,
But it's not for everyone.
We never forget the ones we lose to death,
For we feel they are still with us.
Some spirits are unable to move on,
The same is said for the living.
Sopme can't move on.
For this I want to die.
But i don't want my family to suffer.
So I live in pain,
Scared one day I will snap.
Scared one day I will not be able to bear
this pain anymore and do something stupid.
I am alone in this dark pain.
my friends try to help, but fail.
They try to numb the pain,
But nothing hsa worked so far.
I'm scared I will kill myself.
I don't want it to end like that.
But if it does, I'm sorry.
I can't handle the pain in this life,
Or any other life.
So I am leaving.
No one can stop me,
I have made up my mind.
I am sorry,
But I want this pain to go away.
There is only one way for that to happen...