"THE CHANCE OF LIFE GETTING BETTER"
When everything of me started to wither
No one came
No one came to ask if I'm okay
No one came to wipe my tears away
No one came to tell me not to give up
No one came to show that I deserve much more than what I deserve
But then, I wait
I wait for the chance of my life getting better
My body may seem so alive
But no one knows that I'm dying inside
Little by little, as seconds becomes minute
As minutes becomes an hour
And as hours becomes a day
No one came
But then, I wait
I wait for the chance of my life getting better
Standing still, still living with the hope
That the chance of my life getting better will soon to come
** This is actually my first poem ever :) that line "the chance of life getting better" is actually from a sort of campaign about suicide and most people who's into that campaign were members from diff. bands.
"Suicide does not end the chances of life getting worse, suicide eliminates the possibility of it ever getting better" -The Suicide Sign
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Scribbled Wonders: (A Plethora of Random Poetry)
PoetryA collection of random poems that I've been writing since I started this thing.- Depression- Love- Music- Life Experiences- Random Shits
