Poem to life

Where I find myself in the middle, standing between life and death, thinking that there is no way out of here. Escaping reality,

let me tell you,it is not easy.

Thinking,

would it be the headline of tomorrow's paper, or

the new gossip in town?

Thinking about the way that the peoole would handle the fact that im not here anymore.

Except for the bright flowers on my tombstone, everything else is slowly fading away into the darkness.

Untill I realised, that darkness is only the absence of light, but for me,its too late.