At times in my life,
I've just wanted to end my strife.
To take that knife,
And bring a close to my life.
But I'm still alive,
Just trying to survive,
After every nose dive,
And wondering how I'm still alive.
I just keep trying,
Now don't start crying,
For I am not yet dying,
Since I've kept trying.
And its all because of you,
You always knew,
How to cheer me up when I was blue,
Thank you.
Though I may say I'm fine,
You must read under the lines,
For I am not on cloud nine,
I am not fine.
But don't you worry,
The lines are not yet blurry,
Nor am I in a hurry,
So no need to worry.
Still sometimes in my life,
I want to take that knife,
And put an end to all my strife,
But I know that to be death, there must first be life.
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To Infinity & Beyond
PoetryA collection of my poems. I usually write dark poetry, but you never know what you can find in here. To Infinity & Beyond. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Copyright © *Unedited and a Work in Progress