I’m a girl, 15 years old, on my way home.

Car Crashes, bones break, body tossed into the windshield like a rag doll, brain playing ping pong with my skull, crushed arteries shoot blood around the car like vampires playing paint ball. Lungs committing suicide with the air. Chest heaving in and out like a child over-dosing on asthma attacks 2 seconds later. 

My body, lay dead limp like an aborted fetus that was ripped from it’s temporary home, and after this poem, just like me, everybody at the sound of my voice will die.

I had to realize the hard way that death, he has no age. He takes the fun in catching up to those who already expect his arrival. If you were death, would you rather take the 80 year old preacher on his death bed singing to Jesus or the 18 year old boy at the club thinking that he got his whole life to live right?  Oblivious that he’s five heart beats away from, 4 breaths away from, 3 seconds away from, too late from keeping a straight bullet from saying hello to his lungs. It looks like life just lost one. 

Dead.

It’s the glory he searches for every time someone utters the words “Only the Good Die Young” because it’s good for the young to die in his eyes. It’s called shock value. The more it’s unexpected the better he gets at it. Death is a jealous fellow. When you fail to think about him, the more he remembers who you are. Your name, where you stay, your friends, your family. He tends to use the ones you love to be his pawns in this chess game of life. And the lives they have pushed you towards. Death aint no rook soul. No matter how much you think they will protect you in your time of trouble, death will always yell check mate. 

You can treat life like it’s tic-tac-toe if you want to, by making yourself the X and turning God into the 0, X-ing out every opportunity you have to live eternally. Eventually those X’s will connect like a connect four and blow up in your face like battleship.

But some of you might have to die to realize life ain’t to be played with. So, start thinking about your funeral.

And don’t be surprised if your profile picture is tagged to the front of your obituary, cause that’ll be your final facebook. Because you will die whether you believe it or not. Death could care less if you are healthy. You can jog and eat veggies, go on diets till your face turns green, but it’s a fallacy to think that low calories will stop an unintended aneurysm from exploding in your brain while you sleep. Death will not have sympathy on you because you have kids, because life ain’t nothing but preschool for them and it’s eternity is elementary. 

Death will not hold back because you are in school trying to get a degree, start a career and have a family. He identifies with you more because you graduated from the University of RIP. He has a masters at mastering those who have think they have mastered what it means to live life like there’s no tomorrow when you are apart of his family. That’s why his name will be engraved on each one of your graves and the date of your death is his signature.

I know, you’d probably think you’d be married with children, I know you think your parents are supposed to die before you. But the fact of the matter is, 155,000 people day. That’s 6,461 people an hour.108 people per minute and 2 people per second. That means, that the clock inside your chest is ticking. And only God knows what time it is. 

Wake up because your ignorance is committing your suicide.

But God is ready to resurrect you from the grave because He resurrected. Death cannot sting those that are covered in the repentance of Christ’s blood. But for those of you, that refuse to believe the truth, death is playing duck, duck goose with everyone in your room. And sooner than you may assume, his finger will eventually point to you.