Death's Faint Foot Falls

It's hardly a poem more like a constant  rambling inside my head, with an active consious speaking to me.

Getting close to death. No I'm just messing around with yah. But I'm really unhappy about getting older. It's all I've been thinking about this past week. And just know I wondered what it would be like if I died here or at school. In front of everybody. Would they care? but is that all I'm here to do? Make others happy about their own lives. I control them. Hmm… yeah but people have their own lives and minds and they sometimes ponder death too. Don't you think that at least one of them would come to the same conclusion as us? so basically your saying if I change my behavior patterns, they'd change from my influence and therefore be different. I'll make a mark on those when I die by leaving. yes I understand that but what mark will I leave, if I did die, on those around me? Oh damn! Well I'm in no hurry for that. I guess I'll just wait and maybe opportunity will show me an other alterative. Geez…thanks…glad you got something out of me talking to myself.