The closure to life

Sometimes during those dead-end times, I want to believe that there is more to life than this.
It feels empty like darkness waiting for you at the end of a tunnel.
Is there nothing at the end?
Is it just a blank void?
Is there any life after death?
The thought that there is nothing in after death scares me more than I admit to.
Because somewhere deep down I want a second chance at this.
The missed opportunities and unsaid words will never come back.
Do I just have a single shot at life?
Will I ever even come close to getting it right?
Will I have any regrets?
Or will it be the clichéd ending where I'm surrounded by my family, holding their hand while I peacefully go?
I haven't even completed my to-do list for the day.
Will I be able to check off my life's bucket list?
The half was written fanfic on my notes app, a confession to my long time crush, the unplayed guitar at the back of my room.
Am I worthy of fulfilling these tasks?
If I don't,
Will I get my closure?
Am I even worthy of it?
I don't know, I just wish I have a nice warm home to go back to.