Is this what it is to die

The silence is comfortable,,
No need for friendship.

Just silence , air , hard work ,
No need to communicate.

The silence is in bearable,
I am weak.

No need for Pity ,
Or love I do not seek.

The silence is comfortable like death ,
And I mourn life itself.

My darkness drowns me ,
The light blinds me.

Captsized by bright lights ,
It's raining and windy.

I'm west and cold ,
Wearing things old .

The silence takes my breathe,
Like cold air night.

Goodnight. Goodnight,

Is this what it is like to die?

I love you , a thousand times goodbye , my love x