Book of poems.

The trip and the fall. (This is probably better a song)

Sorrow fills my empty heart but longing fills my empty mind.

Why must we endure such pain?

The choice of falling or stepping back will always reach me in the black.

When will all the suffering end?

We linger on with no more joy for our death was all a ploy.

We cannot enjoy life for when the tide of death comes there comes strife. 

Why must we have such short lives?

For when the sun blooms everyday we know that we may not remain.

What is the meaning of this pain?

When the moon and stars awake we all then know of shortened wake.

Why does life treat us so cruelly?

For when I step over the air and fall over the endless cliff.

Then will all my suffering be gone?

But when I think of family I think of truth and happily .

Should I make the trip and the fall?

For when I leave my life behind all the people mourn their strife.

Should I take that one chance to come back?

Our lives may be so short and sorrowful

But with our friends and family 

We always feel that sensation of joy!

So when I think of suicide I remember times of endless joy.

Never shall they leave til death do us part. 

For only old age shall we separate,

Our spark of joy can disintegrate our illness,

When we make the choice of death,

We always think about what's the best.

Is it worth it for our family's growth?

For when the tides of grief and strife come crashing down on us...

Only can the force of joy destroy that source of sorrow.

So as I take that last step back, 

I feel my heart come flying back.

For just the thought family and love,

Can revive many with their luck. 

And with that luck comes eternal love.

Never in the timing of the Earth have we truly understood love.

So how did you think about this poem/song? I hope you guys liked it. I promise you though, the next poem will actually be a poem, and maybe even  a funny one.

I'm starving right now so Peace! for my pizza.

From a clueless author (actually should be poet here? idk. Eh, I'll keep that message till someone sals somin'. )

Dan.

Ps. Do you want me to delete this?