Thoughts Poem by Shayla DeWitt

i often lie in my bed at night,
just to think of things to do with my life.
life is short.
death, unfotuantely, is waiting for you right around the corner.
i cry.
just the thought of dieing and the thought of everyone i love dieing.
for it just breaks my heart.
so i live for today.
and everyone before me who couldn't take a chance.
i am THEIR muse.
for i become adventourous for them.
and just thinking of that as i lie in bed at night,
i cry less, and smile more.