End Of The World

End of the world:

I lay here and I'm thinking. What can I do right now to make this special? I play back the memories in my head. The greatest moments, the tears, the strange times, the love, the awkward moments. There's been a lot of those. Finally the regrets. Yes there's plenty. I might've even changed something if given the chance. But life goes on until you want it to. I think about death, and the fate that is soon to come. The minutes pass by like a fresh ocean breeze, cherished yet taken for granted. I over heard an ignorant conversation the other day shared between two outcasted schoolmates. They were discussing the inexistence of god and how It can not be possible. I lay here thinking to my self, how is it possibly plausible for there NOT to be life? That seems less achievable If you ask me. We're all going to die eventually, but don't get caught up within that thought. My thoughts spin aimlessly throughout my mind. Does it all even matter? If life were to end tomorrow, I wouldn't even know. I lay here spending my last hour as a noble and truthful one. I've accomplished so much with so little recognition. But that's just how it is. So bring on tomorrow, a gun threat at our school. I still walk in with confidence and dignity. Nothing can tear me down. The truth is misguided because of fear and pain, which are now characteristics that are but a memory to me now, for I can no longer be hurt by people. I am numb to everything. My final, last words are infinite, and the fact that no one will read them bewilders me. I'll see everyone once again someday, but until then, I put my thoughts to rest. Rest in peace to myself, I will seek to find you again. I lay my delicate but fierce mind down. Swiftly. Solidly. For no one can break me anymore. I have found what I wanted in life, and I will now go to
sleep.
Forever.