No one understands
No one feels the grief I hold

Imagine

The pain I feel as I collect the souls
The fallen soldiers
The sick children
The mothers
The fathers

Everyone thinks that I’m cold
Callous

No one sees the tears that I cry
The guilt that I feel as I tear another family apart

“Don’t be afraid”
Whispered words
Warm hands
Pulling me to you

I was you once
I used to fear the idea of dying

Until I became it

And I understand
I understand Death
I understand why people think the way they do
And I pity them

Because they don’t know…