Life is underrated.
Things are not as bad as we make them out to be.
Not even death.
Overrating and glorifying all these horrible things in our life makes it
underrated.
We're naturally shook by death,
we curve that thought when our minds open up at night,
alone and unable to sleep.
But;
the moment will come for all of us, and when it does,
we'll welcome it.
Your sense of adventure, of opening up to the new, abolished.
No one speaks.
I'll welcome death, something new.
Everyone is terrified of it, what happens after.
But sincerely, when you merely want to die,
you won't think in that manner.
You won't care.
You want to go, you want out from this, overrated,
repetitive cycle of a game.