The day I was born I didn't belong here
So many words so little time
How was I to write?
But, then I found a magical thing
It was life
Life is pure
Life is bitter
Life will kill everyone in the end.
But without an end there can be no beginning
No one can die without having lived
To live is to love and to accept and to learn.
I hear the clock ticking
60 years is up too soon.
10:10 strikes the clock and another minute is lost.
Lost in this watercolor mess of a world without a straight edge.
Try as you might but, everything is bent.
By time I was 8 I had failed suicide
I tried drowning myself.
I am glad that I have lived.
Without life there is no love
Without love there is no life.
Love can seep through the earth and strangle you in it's web of lies.
I cannot live a lie anymore
I am dead.
