Death how you tease me
How you take the ones I love
You make me feel depressed and sad
Sometimes you piss me off, then I'm mad
I don't understand why it has to be me
Why did it have to be them
Why was it not me
When they left they took my half my life
It was living without an arm
It was like someone cutting you with a knife
At first your happy because their not in anymore pain
Then your depressed because they can never come back again
Death is a whole new experience that not even the most depressed and dark people are ready to see
Death is worst than the pai actually
Because death is pain itself
