Trapped

Trapped. Chocking. Dieing.
It was all too much.
Reality kicked in and everything else fell apart.
Tears shed. Lives lost.
The never ending process of grieving.
The causalities of war,
The endless causalities of loneliness.
Life was hard,
Actually living-almost impossible.
Death would be easy,
Yes death could be fun
It would all be easy- darkness could prevail while the lights went off,
Everything could end.