To Live is to Die

To those who said, 'To live is to die'
Not one living thing has escaped its death
Whether to die peacefully or in terror
One must choose to either release the fear
Or to live in fear of something you cannot change
Some rejoice religiously, some might believe in out-worldly things
Or some might believe there's nothing there at all
Why are we born to suffer, to love, to experience
Why do we have to deal with losses to the reaper
We fight to live, but some fight to die
Some live long lives, some only live for weeks at a time
How do you choose, how do we deal
Panic attacks arise when thoughts of not existing
But what if-
What if we are okay?
What if we're not ?
We will never know...
It terrifies me
Thoughts of being buried or burned...
Or trapped screaming inside of a coma of which you will never wake
How do we know?
Some wish for immortality because they too are scared
Some think their lives are worthless
But why, why do we live to die?
Do we become stars amongst the rest of the glowing ones
Or do we float above our families and loved ones?
Do we have new lives?
Maybe we are where we choose to be
I wonder.. if we become happier
But it terrifies me
To leave you, to leave everyone
To have you leave me
It's not like I chose to live in fear
But I'm terrified of not existing
of being alone...
'To live is to die'
The only answer we have is to live life the best we can...
But I'm afraid of the unknown.