DyingI'm dying.And you don't even care.You're a liar and a thief, and I have to fight alone. I know the real world, and I know my world, and to me, they're both going to end. Sometimes I think I'm just one of those people who won't ever find anyone, but it makes sense. Why would I have a soul mate if I'm just going to die soon?I keep dreaming about it. And you don't even care. Sometimes I think death is the only way to make people see. The dreams, though, right? Car crashes. Cancer. Something always gets me. How sad. And I can never seem to remember dying. In the visions, I'm already dead.and I lay there, alone, in the darkness, staring at my hands in front of my face.they fall onto my forehead and I sob.i'll never turn nineteen.