When I think only death can draw me out of my thoughtsThoughts that drown me in self-deprivation an endless see of lies that drown me like an OceanThunderstorms of self dought that make the waves pull me deeperDeath can comfort me but also scare meSilence is deadly but so is lifeDeath is pleasant but also abusive It can save and take things that mean most Death is Scary and  Nice like falling from the skyIt feels peaceful and Horrifying Death takes the young the old but also those who want toDeath is the only thing that can make these thoughts stop But leaving those who love you and care for you alone worth it?But it's not because eventually, all those thoughts will stopThe thunderstorms of self dought will calm and pass the raging of Sea will become tranquil  And silence won't be deadly but calming and caring like a motherDeath won't be so pleasant it won't be so abusiveand life will be worth living because you'll want to live The grim reaper will come but not before you are ready to leave