Sometimes I wish I'd die an early death.

Not by my own hand, and not out of depression
But from the outside, and passively.
So everyone would crowd around my grave
And say nice things
About whom I was
How far I would have gotten in life
Without me having to meet those goals
Just being described as unfulfilled potential.
Staying young forever
And in the minds of all
Constantly comparing
Living in an ever growing - what if...