Everyday it gets harder, there has to be another way to live. A way where the happiness over powers the pain, where I don't feel so low; a way to feel high without altering my mind. I want to feel better, be better, but how? I don't know where to even begin, I have no answers, no clues. What do I do in a world so cruel, so full of pain, and disappointment? I know there is still some hope left in me, because my mind has yet to go to that point. To the point of taking my own life. But how could I have that thought? After I've already gone through the pain of losing someone that way. I just need to stay strong, and not give in. Because the moment I do, my mind will be gone for good; lost in the dark sea of depression.
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Tawnee B.'s Short Poetry
PoetryJust a couple different poems. Talking about real world things, that most people can relate to. All pictures were found on Google, those are the only things involved that I do NOT own. All rights reserved to the OG photographers.
