Death Was More Painful

I wandered for one thousand days
Down the street with no names,
Faces passing me by,
Staring blankly in my direction.

I tried to climb too high
And was burnt by the sun.
I fell back down,
Every bone in my body breaking
When I hit the ground.

The recovery never happened,
You shot me
Before I could rise again.
Death was more painful than the act of dying.