Death

when I was young I feared death as I grew I begged for it I wrote notes to my family telling them it wasn't their fault that I kept slipped under my pillow when some say they fail their attempt they often mean they were going to but didn't follow through when I say I failed I didn't stop myself but the rope broke the pills weren't strong enough and the cuts were just shy of being to deep my scars fade I cover up the empty grave but some nights faded scars reopen as I cry and I re-dig my grave twice as deep as it was before