this word that you call death.

the walls are closing in, as i take just one last breath, ive never been afraid of this word that you call death, i know it would eventually happen, just really not quite yet, i look into my mothers eyes, are those the eyes of death? why do i have to go? i still have one more project due, and a brain with one more idea, but yet gods telling me my time is up and that people are waiting to see me, like my aunt that i call tia. I hear the people in my room cry and shout at me yet the only thing i see is the room thats closing in on me. i think one last thing, about how much i love my sister and brother, about my best friend kate, waiting for me above the sky at the begining of the golden gate. I tell them its goodbye now, and please dont shed a tear, for i died because i had to and please do not ever fear. It wasnt as scary as i thought it would be as a i took that one last breath i close my eyes and just wonder about this word,this word that you call death.