Sometimes I wonder,
Will I make it another day?
Will I survive long enough to see myself great again?
Sometimes I imagine my life in a couple of years,
I see a funeral, and everybody wearing black,
Then I look at the casket to see myself laying there.
But sometimes I see myself in a wedding dress,
With a family that loves me and everything I dreamed of.
Until I realized I cannot be loved,
And I realized I won't even live long enough.
Sometimes I wonder
Why am I even alive?
Do I have a purpose in this world
Or is it just torture?
Can I be happy again, or will I cry every night?
Please explain to me
Why?
Why do I have to live this way?
Why am I even alive today?
Why do I see myself in my grave?
Why do I hate myself?
Why can't I find another way?
Can I make it out alive?
Can you hear my cries?
Please I need some help,
I just wanna make it out alive.
Can you save me from this hell?
Sometimes I wonder
Do I deserve to be happy?
Do I deserve to survive?
Do I even deserve to make it out alive?
Sometimes I know I just want to die.
*Stay strong I love all of you ❤*
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Drowning In Sorrow- Poetry
Poesía*Trigger Warning* Suicide, cutting, depression, abuse, self harm, death etc. ~I didn't know happiness as well as I know sorrow ❤️ Stay strong ❤️
