What is it like to live in a place where you can't die?

In a place that you go, for your actions you made in a world full of sin.

Will all my problems disappear or will it just exist?

I hate not knowing what could happen in my life.

Could my life turn around?

Could I be grateful for life even though sometimes I wish I didn't have it?

Even though I beg that sometimes it be taken away.

Or could I live in a world where death lays waiting to be awoken by killings and suicide?

But I shouldn't be a judge of life,

because I have tried to capture it before,

and lock it in a tower until it grows older and I find hope.

Sometimes I just think to myself,

what's so scary about dying?

You just get to live in a place where everything's better,

but then again you could not.

You could get stuck in your worst nightmare.

I really don't care if I die,

because then I know it's my time,

my time to find peace.

Maybe I'm saying that because I have nothing to live for,

but what could you have to live for when you're my age?

The age where unicorns and rainbows live.

But that's until your unicorn's horn drops off and it's just a horse

and your rainbow is too far away to reach.

But maybe, just maybe you'll touch it when you're in a better place.

I'll wait until then when I finally find out.