Random Poems

Purpose

I was done.

I wanted out.

I didn't know why I was still here.

Wondering and contemplating whether I should leave or stay.

Questioning and pondering if people would care.

Staring into nothingness as I wondered if I cared myself.

Debating whether or not I should stick to my morals or my desires.

Hoping that I could stick to my morals and ignore my desires.

And finally, the light at the end of the tunnel appeared.

Finally, I could breath in the fresh air I was missing.

At last, I felt something in my empty container.

I felt something.

I felt hope.

I felt a new desire.

I desired to live.

I desired to stay.

I desired to make the most out of my life.

To show everyone that I just need faith in myself.

To show myself that I just need faith in myself.

I know why I'm still here.

I want in.

I'm not done yet.