The Thought and Decision
Pain
with no gain
as
if it were rain
never
ceasing
The
thought ponders
Is
it worth it?
Leaving
this sadness
Yet
too many love me, why?
What
am I worth?
Everything
around me fine and joyful
But
me…
For
some reason down,
Unable
to get up
But
why?
Why
me?
Are
my thoughts and mind a curse? A gift? My
Demise?
My
mind racing never to cease
As
I try to keep up I drowned in my mind, my thoughts
Hoping
that maybe it will stop
Though
knowing it may never
But…
Why!
Am I like this?
Why!
Do I worry of the irrelevance
Why!
Can’t it just stop?
Though
through everything
I
feel as if there is something I’m missing
As
if I can figure it out I will be saved
Whats
the worth?
Trying
to get to the end
What
is the product of the work?!
A
dying breed
Ideas
that can change the world
Though
blocked by my own mind
Why?
Is
it for the better?
The
worse?
I
cant handle it but…
To
end it is wrong
To
end it is to be done
To
end it is a choice
To
end it is… Not
possible for me…
The
end of all this, or the end of me?
I
have a purpose
Its
unknown
So
how COULD I end it… I
won’t…
I
will never stop
How
could I?
I
mustn’t give up
To
give up is to fail
And
I refuse to fail
To
give up what I have
To
leave it all behind
To
never know what my purpose is
Suicide…
Death… The end…
Is
not for me I mustn’t give in
I
must get thru this
No
matter what
nice poem (:
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