In all the ways I wouldn’t think true.
You tell me that, the pain won’t last.
Without strife, there wouldn’t be you.
When the world is tough, and things don’t go quite as planned.
You can live for something, when all is lost.
When every person, thought and dream, ends up shrivelled and broken.
You live for something and you live it well.
The end is far away, and dreaded by all that proceed it.
Some search it, some loath, some welcome it hand in hand.
But dearest death, I love you.
For you keep my troubles, only a grain of sand.
I found it from a while back, when things weren't going quite so well.
THe message of this poem is that things may not go well
but there is NOTHING worse than death/ or nothing as
good as death, depending on your perspective.
All things bad will get better and help you
Oooh get me trying to be all deep xD
Come on, i wanna see all your critiques
-Pages <33
