I love everyone but my health is fading fast
And i don't know how long i am going to last
So i'll say my hurried prayers and I'll try to go to sleep
Hoping that somehow someway my soul the lord will keep
Then when i wake in the heaven in which i don't believe
I'll look down at my family telling them not to grieve
That someday they'll be with me
And only then they'll see
Heaven is an imaginary place
One made up so people will stop their pace
So they'll stop trying to live for today
Thinking they'll live in a paradise someday
Interesting philosophy. I wouldn't make up my mind on such a life-altering opinion such as this, though, if i were you. You're what, 15? You have quite a bit more of life to experience.
Live your life, but stop to think about it more before you decide to ruin it somehow.