We are born to die.

Death is absolutely certain , specially when you are living. 

You know it will end one day, 

For some its sooner, 

For some it never comes.

Sometimes you know when its coming,

Sometimes you plan it for yourself,

and most times it just comes, 

surprising you, surprising everyone. 

They say its cowardly to take your own life,

Because it shows weakness. 

Tell that to the soldiers who fight for us,

That another day, is just lucky for them to have.

Death does not differentiate, 

it just takes you, 

Whether you are lonely and hurting,

or you have everything working for you

Death takes you to a place you do not know off,

or takes you to nothingness, 

or it decides to just take you there,

bring you back, 

resurrect you into a different life.

A life that will again end.

Because death is all that we have, 

all that we are ,

all that we succumb to.