Novel & Cerita Poetry About Dying Young

“I ask myself the same thing every day. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Maybe I’m just tired of this life. Sometimes… sometimes I think I want it to end.” Talon’s expression changed. “So you want to die?” I shook my head quickly. “No one truly wants to die. But when the hardships never stop, it’s easy to feel that way.” He leaned back slightly. “You are one of the youngest here, and you have already endured more than most. That is true. But talking about dying so casually is dangerous.” I covered my mouth, realizing I had spoken too freely. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that out loud.”

And even more mercifully, there wouldn't be a next life. I had once given everything just to experience a spark of true, unconditional love, but in the end, love was the very thing that drove me to my death. A tragic life like this was only worth living once.

I whispered before closing my eyes. "You fulfilled your promise!" He whispered while pulling his hands away. Two drops of tears rolled down my cheeks. I could feel the love, the rage and the longing I had before dying. If wasn't a memory of a past. It seemed like I had just lived that moment just now. The pain was still fresh in my heart until Caspian pulled me in his arms and stroked my hair. "Don't worry, we have past all this and now we are together." "And those who have hurt her, has suffered the worst fate no matter which lifetime." He added.

"You!" Wade bristled at my comeback. Then, with a click of his tongue, he said, "You're just a pawn she's using to get to me. My divorce will be final any day now, and she'll drop you just like that. Don't believe me? Just watch." I grabbed the steaming kettle and filled a cup with hot water. "Don't flatter yourself. What do you think you are, anyway?" Livid, Wade grabbed the steaming mug in front of him and geared up to douse me with it. "Don't get too cocky, Thomas!"

"Please, I'm only 20 years old. I don't want to die, either." "Mom, Dad, I'm sorry. I won't be able to care for you in your old age." Cries of despair echoed through the courtyard. It wasn't just the ordinary folk who were breaking down. Some martial artists could also no longer hold back their emotions. A quick death would've been easier to accept. But to be slowly consumed by death and despair was truly torturous. "To think that I, Ocean Whit, would die in such a pathetic way." Aiden, who was sitting next to him, didn't know what to say. So, he kept his gaze focused on the room in the distance. It was clear what was going through his mind.

he's too young! Heck! I'm too young and beautiful to die! "Thanatos, do something to stop this jet! We can't die! I don't wanna die!" "We're not gonna die" "Our son... Davis.. Davis is too young.. he can't lost both his parents at such a young age.. he..." Thanatos held me tighter. "Don't think about the worst, we're not gonna die... we're gonna land safely... " "Are you kidding me?! Are you blind to see our situation.. it's confirmed.. we're gonna die!"

peace of mind The soul never dies Total absence of fear No trace of regret no rings on your ear So no need to spend Yet you get the best. (Vanity upon vanity) all is vanity Death is not the end Death, the great equalizer, Takes us all in its grasp, Rich or poor, weak or strong, None can escape its clasp. It's a mystery, a puzzle, A journey we must take alone, Leaving behind loved ones, And the life that we have known. But death is not the end,

But I might as well be climbing for the moon. My head banging with the effort, my throat aching, my mind clouding, I lie, inert. Do not go gentle into that good night... Rage, rage against the dying of the light... I could be angry perhaps. To die here. Like this. I never thought I would die in my bed. Much more likely I'd be gunned down. Or knifed perhaps. I'm not as young as I was. It could only be a matter of time before someone younger and faster took me down.

We’ll be waiting. Every coyote in the county. Every ghost in the tunnels. Every drop of blood I have left to write. Tomorrow night we don’t just fight. We end this. Or we die making sure the people we love don’t.

His fists became the rhythm of my childhood, his rage filling the nights until the house itself seemed to shake beneath his voice, and every bruise on my mother’s skin and mine was a reminder that we were never meant to be his family, only his curse. So yes, I laughed at despair. It was the only way to live with it. I was terrified of death, but the idea of it thrilled me. I would stand in front of buses and trucks, daring them to stop, listening to the horns blare and the drivers shout until the rush of fear left me trembling. Sitting on that rooftop railing was no different; I dangled above nothingness and for a moment it felt like freedom. “Dying looks easier, doesn’t it?”