Waiting on what we know will soon one day to happen. What if you were given the date of your death just as easy as you were given the date of your very life? What if it was planned out and you knew how and when it would happen? Would you live differently? Would you live harder? Would you live happier? Or would you just live? Would you end your life to beat yourself to the punch or would you try to fight? Could you fight?

 To know theres a person that you love so much and you just don’t do your best to be with them at the end of there day’s. The regret your heart feels and the torture you put yourself through knowing that if there is never a, “good bye” could you live with that. I could not live with that. If I love someone enough and couldn’t tell them good bye then what good am I to anyone.

The hardest thing I think is to watch someone die. Knowing all along that is what is going on and there’s nothing you can do to save that person or even put them at ease. Maybe thats why we hide at those times and then feel such pain and regret when the worst happens and we missed our chance to tell them we do love them.

Then the real question is, “why am I still here?”  “why am I sitting and writing to you instead of being with someone who may just need to see me or even I need to see him more so?” How I wish life could be so much more simple than it has played out to be.

 Please God, must you take his life. Instead take me. Others that are so pure derserve more at life than for it to be taken from them. Let me make up for all the wrong that I have done and take me. Save his life and I shall give you mine.