If I was to kill myself nobody would care,
Everybody is against me,
They don't see me trying,
They don't notice the accomplishments I made,
But they do notice my mistakes,
They point out my flaws,
And try to break though my wall,
No one can break though,
As they chip away at the wall,
I'm on the other side making it thinker,
Some people climbed the wall and made it over,
Some people I would meet at the top,
And some I would completely destroy my walls for,
But all of those people I let in,
They hurt me,
What's the point of trust and love and friendships if they all end up dying and being destroyed,
I try to make it easier for people but I made it harder,
I started building the wall again,
But the people are still on my side,
So I might as well build the wall around me,
Yea I would die between those walls,
And I wish I could say I died fighting,
But I wouldn't be dying that way,
I would be dying afraid,
Afraid of everybody going to break into my box I built,
I just want to die,
To end my pain,
And to lessen yours,
I can see i'm hurting you,
And because you wouldn't leave me and move on,
I will leave this cold dark world for you,
But it's okay,
I deserve to die.

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The Struggles in Life
PoetryMy book is full of my thoughts. There is some positive in here you just have to find it. But this book is my thought, my feelings, my rants