This is a poem that I wrote who knows how many years ago... I found it on my flash drive today and was like 'WOAH! Where did this come from?' and then I was like 'Oh yeaaaaah. That one time when stuff happened and I was thinking about stuff happening.' so yeah. I'm pretty sure it sucks, so go ahead. I think it shows how my poetry has improved (or hasn't improved) over time.
Almost there, but almost gone
Your soul remains but your body withers
The pain is unbearable, yet you still fight
You fight until the end of your life.
You don't give in to the temptation of death,
Or the sweet bliss of eternal nothingness.
You choose to live your life
You used to fail to fight,
But you found a reason to live,
A light in the darkness,
A shadow on the sun,
A bubble of oxygen in the depths of the ocean.
And when your life does end,
At least you can say you tried,
You tried to fight for your life.
I think I wrote this about my granpa when he was struggling with cancer, I don't know.
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Call Me Suicidal (My Inner Thoughts)
PoesíaI have issues, and I'm not afraid to admit it. This is my attempt at poetry! *Read at your own risk* :D:
