I've always been afraid
Of the unknown
Always scared of
What might be on the other side
Behind that closed door
What kind of evil things
Are walking amongst the dark
But this time
I think the unknown saved my life
It actually saves it numerous times
When I don't feel like being here
When I want to take the easiest way out
The unknown shakes me
She says "you dont want to do that, you dont know what will happen next." And its true
If only I wasn't so obsessed
With needing to know
Needing to know what would happen
If I were to die
Would there really be a traumatic change?
Or would everything stay the same?
Who would cry every day?
Who would be mad at me
And give me all the blame
What if this is only temporary
My pain
Maybe I will find out
If I live to see another day
And so I stay alive
Though my body aches and prays
For the day that I dont have to get up
The very next day
She patiently waits for the day
That the next bed I lay in
Is my coffin when it's time
To put me in my grave
I dont know where I will be
The next year or month
And maybe that's why I'm still here
I want to know
Will it ever get better?
The unknown wins again
Will the unknown really ever lose
Any time soon?
I don't know
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Skeletons
Poetryeveryone has their skeletons, and now its time for those skeletons...to come out of the closet
