Life or Death. Your Choice.

Death? What is it anyway that's so terrifying? Either you live your life or you do not. You go to hell or to heaven, or back to Earth, or nowhere in particular, but what is special of the planet we live? Sickness and diseases, murder and rape, and lies and the truth, what does it matter in the long run? It all hurts, it all scars!

You don't know what it's like,
To have life, yet not to cherish,
Not to know what's in this mike,
This play, This stage, This day.

You don't play today,
You didn't feel like being under their eyes,
There's no pressure, so you don't play,
But it was that decision that ended his life.

Decisions are what we make them,
If you don't know already let me tell you,
You don't know when to turn right or left,
Or how to think about troubles out of the blue.

But maybe some are not scarred? Maybe some are so scarred that they come out stronger and more lively then before? Life is a puzzle that isn't and can't be ready to be solved. Why can't you know this?