Death: The Beauty, And Pain, Of The End

I'm not afraid of death. In fact, I welcome it. Death is an ending.

Death means no more pain, or hardship. It means no more looking at skinny, short, or well-dressed girls enviously. It means no more stupid fights with my parents. It means no more watching my mom cry because of something I did or said. Death means no more heartbreak. No more rejection. No more feelings for guys I'm sure I have no chance with. It means no more waking up early. Death means no more being sick. No more friends who turn their back on me, or boyfriends who cheat on me. It means no more hills. Death means no more commercials, no more money...or lack of it. Death is no more scary clowns. No more nightmares, no more bugs. No more laundry, and no more boring classes. Death means no more not feeling good enough or feeling worthless. It means no more unknown future.

Death also means no more laughing with my friends. It means no more sunsets and no more blue sky. It means no more kisses. No more "I love you" 's. Death means no more music or things that go "boom." No more football games. No more soda. No more good smells, no more jokes. Death means no more fashion. It means no more movies. It means no more video games. It means no more candy and beef jerky. Death means no more good books, or bad ones. No more writing. No more people, no more animal friends. No more cartoons....

Death means no more life.
Death means no more me.