Every day is a war.
What are we fighting for?
We know there is nothing,
yet we search for something,
anything.
What is the value of life?
The strength to drop the knife?
Life is more than a fight,
initiate our plight,
the plight for the light.
Our only hope for true life,
one without fear of a knife.
An enemy we know so well,
who made life a living hell.
The true enemy of us all,
one who cheers when we fall.
The enemy of you, is you.
Whatever you do,
it remains the same.
How do we fight this war?
How do we resist the lure?
Everyday is still a war,
but today will be so much more.
Today, I will hold my head high.
I'll fight, I won't say goodbye.
Today, I won't die.
Today, I won't cry.
Today, I will try.
I will conquer my fear,
strength like a spear.
I will retain my lust,
replace it with trust.
I will rise up with pride,
got no reason to hide.
I won't be jealous,
but in your gaze,
I will relish.
I will contain my greed,
cause you're all that I need.
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Poems of a Suicidal Memory
ПоэзияI took all of my poems and compiled them into one big thing. Comments and constructive criticism are/is much appreciated. I will add to this as I write more, therefore there will be no set time for when I will update. Just read, enjoy, and support m...