If dying was like floating
In the void
Void of all worries
Light as a feather
A murmur in the wind
Of good times gone by.
Gone with the years
Aged to dust
Dust blown into the wind
Scattered into nothingness
I wish I was dead sometimes.
It sounds easier than living
With the weight on my shoulders
Let me float
I’ll be alright.
I’m trying to channel my bad thoughts into something worthwhile. I’ve been in a funk and just felt like expressing it better this way. :/
Sorry you've been in a funk! You turned your bad thoughts into something beautiful, and I think that's a wonderful and hopeful thing to do.