The day I lived was the day
The day I died
But that day is not today
That day I diced to take the elevator
Instead of the stairs
The day I lay in my bed instead of going to school
Not thinking of the things I'd miss out on in life
The day I cry
But no I am not giving up yet
But maybe I can close my eyes for a little bit
But that means giving up
But not today
I'm trying to get fixed
But for now I am me and I am not going to give up on today
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Poems
PoetryThis is a poem I wrote for my father who is never here for me and I don't know why and without him a part of me is missing
