Death just might be so sweet

I am not afraid of death but afraid of life.

I just want to go back to where I belong.

A place far far away from here.

Where no one judges one another. 

But maybe, maybe it’s all just a dream and I’ll wake up in that beautiful place again one day.

And the rainbows will cover the skies.

There will be happiness.

Why?

Why am I fooling myself?

This is reality not a dream. 

I am alive on the outside but I’ve been dead for so long. 

I became ready for death a long time ago but I guess death isn’t ready for me just yet.