I often wonder,

what will happen

when I die.

Cliché you say,

you turn away,

another poem, goodbye.

But really, listen.

I just don't know,

what to believe anymore.

Because I don't have

faith, will it be nothingness,

just another shut door?

When I die,

I will finally find out

what I should have thought.

When I die,

I will finally see,

see what my life has brought.

If there's a God,

what will he say,

what will he think?

Will he send me to heaven,

and say it's alright.

Or will it be hell to where I sink?

I often wonder,

what will happen,

when I die.