It's getting worse day for day, my need and want to die.
But if people ask me how I'm doing, my answer is "I'm fine".
And even if I try so hard, to tell people I'm doing alright.
It's like I'm a lost soul, waiting to find my life.
And it's just a long lonely fight, trying to stay alive.
They ask if I feel, like I did a year ago.
I'll just lie, and say a simple "no".
YOU ARE READING
To be or Not to be
Non-FictionIf you want to know me... Here is youre chance. Go ahead. This is where i open my heart to everybody and my Mind just comes out with things i Think.
