Death

Death, it's a way of life.
It's what makes people go home and cry.
It's what makes you sit in a corner and never try.
So giving you permission to kill me, doesn't mean I'm scared to live
I'm just not afraid to die.
Because I've cried all my tears.
I've conquered all fears.
But I don't trust no one, especially my peers.
Because they can make you die inside.
So your dead, but your breathing, your alive.
But something happened to me and my soul has been revived.
Now, I feel like I'll live forever.
So you can't hurt me no more. Not now. not then, not ever.
So you can talk but I'm life so it's only power your giving.
So even when I die., through my words I'll be living.