If I want to be happy so bad, why is it so hard?
And why does trying so much only pull me farther apart?
I know I have to keep trying
Giving up isn't an option
Hard work and persistence are the ways I'm gonna make it through this
Because it's gets better
And I believe that
But when your two years deep with seemingly little progress
It sure as hell doesn't feel like it
I can see why so many people give up
It's so tempting
So I guess the real question is:
Why haven't I?
And I think that's because I don't give myself the choice
Because if you think about it
I'm already dead
The old me
Before this
That's gone
So what's the point of killing what's left?
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Waving Through A Window
Poetry**While these poems reference suicide and self harm, they are in no way meant to promote it!! Read at your risk** When I look outside my window I don't get no peace of mind... Sequel: "Fading From Your Mind"
