The thought of growing older is scary to me

The people I hold close to my heart will soon leave me

I will be left alone in this world

Alone, Alone, Alone 

What is the point of growing older, knowing death is inevitable?

I have searched for happiness 

I have searched for satisfaction

I have filled my mind with materialistic things, in hopes of being happy

It is an addiction, one that I have failed to conquer

But what is the point in having fame and fortune, when death will leave them all behind?

It is morbid

It is dark

My mind is filled with all these thoughts

Growing older only brings death to my mind

Because in the end, what else will I find?

Death soaks fear in my heart

And the thought of dying fills me with regret for the things I have not been able to fix

I try to find happiness in what good I have done

But the happiness is like a cloud covering the moon

When it passes, the real light will come forth

The sadness will emerge in the darkness of light

So what is the point of life?

The morning brings new light

It hides my fears

The night brings darkness

And I am filled with sadness

But the thought of living with this does not scare me

It is the thought of leaving with it, that does the greatest damage

Though I speak of death like a vicious monster

No mercy, no regret

Death can be a relief

A relief from pain and sadness

Relief from the whole world looking at you, looking for perfection

Because being immortal would be like a life of death

You wonder, what’s the point?

I have time, lots of time

But others don’t 

They will die

You will stay

Happy?

No

Alone, alone, alone