poetic thoughts

hope.🌷

At times when I feel like dying,
Who saves me?
Times when I feel like disappearing
Wanting to escape from this slavery,
Who comforts me?
When I don't wanna do anything but
Just die,
Who gives me reasons to live?

It's me, and my best friend,
Giving me hope every time,
Every day when I fall apart,
I, with my best friend, help myself to survive another day.

I manage to survive,
I manage to breathe each day,
As days keep passing by,
I keep telling myself that it'll get better
Someday.
Sooner or later,
But it will.