Look inside my soul,

You would see a ghoul.

They're just roaming around,

Making no absolute sound.

Death is quite interesting,

It's also quite tempting.

The idea of not having life,

The idea of just wanting to die.

When I enter my nook,

I would research about books.

"How To Die" I read,

"When you're already dead."

Am I alive or dead?

Do I care or do I dread?

I answer it with all my might,

"Don't breathe, just die."