Death

I know I talk about death a lot but I am surrounded by it, so I guess I can't help to think about it. Anyway, whenever I used to see a more worthy person than myself that died or a younger person that passed, I thought, why couldn't that have been me? My life is worth nothing, so why not give up my life for someone else's? Sometimes I still think that, like today. No one would really care if I died, so why not take me rather than someone else who has something to live for? It's a morbid concept but I am ok with it, as anyone should be.