There fourteen dead people for every one person alive
Did you know that?
There are so many people who want to live
But can't
There are so many people who don't want to live
But do
It's not fair really
To all these people
The cancer victims
The violence victims
People who want to live
The well-off boys
The non-oppressed girls
People who don't want live
I'm one of those well-off, non-oppressed people
The one who doesn't want to live
But how can I do that?
Be given the gift of living
When lives are being taken forcefully
Therefor, I won't live for me
I won't live for my family
I won't live for my friends
I will live my days
For the people who had their's limited
Wishing that I could've given them
The life I don't want to live
I will live my long, healthy days
For the people with short, sick days
Maybe then
The life I don't want
The life I don't deserve will
Matter for something
YOU ARE READING
My Book Of Poems
PoetryThese are simply poems or thoughts I have. I have no idea why you'd want to read this, but if you do, don't if anything in here can cause a relapse or trigger. Most are depressing and some very short. Beware if you decide to read.
