I look at the memories,
And tears are shed.
For the moments I tried,
To make myself dead.
What if I succeeded,
What would I be?
A star in the sky?
Or the waves in the sea?
Would the world be broken,
Or cry tears of joy?
What if I died?,
Would you be sad too?
Or happy I'm gone,
Forever at rest.
If I wasn't here,
I don't know what I would be.
But I'd rather admire the stars,
And swim in the sea.
I shall not join them,
It isn't my time.
For I shall enjoy,
The rest of my life.
I'll wash away the memories,
With the tears I shed.
Smiling at my life,
Happy I'm not dead.
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A Handful Of Darkness
PoesíaDreams turn to nightmares, Nightmares turn to dreams. Wishes turn to fears, Or maybe that's what we believe. Tears turn to smiles, And the pain goes away. Maybe one day, You'll be okay.
