A Dark Point of View

Death is just a waste of living
And living is just a waste of death
So why live until you have nothing left
If what's left pays off the debt to the people you left behind

As you sit and watch yourself die
Did you ever think "I'm not going to cry?"
Yet you did
Which is sad
Because dying isn't really that bad once you think about it

But as you think about it
You gain a bit of fear
What time?
What day?
What year?
What way?
You're never sure until it happens to you
Or if the reason of your ending is you
Either way, we're all screwed