Unapologetically Myself

Some days I think about dying
And the concept that someone’s existence can just go away
And some days
I think about those who I once held close
But some days I think about dying
And I think about it for myself
Sometimes I’m old
Other times, such as now,
I think about if I were to go
To disappear
To be free of emotions
To have no responsibility
Other than be dead
Some days I think about dying
And what a horrid thing it is
Some days I think about dying
And I wish I tasted it, just like the cheap wine left on my tongue