Purpose. Poem by Miranda Stoltz

Sometimes i think about how easy it would be.
Easy to just end your life.
But when you think it through.
Think about all the people that will miss you...or the people who won't. Or can you think of anyone who will miss you?
Or maybe no one cares.
But that's where your wrong.
God cares.
You have a purpose for living.
A purpose not yet fulfilled.
One day you'll look back.
Back to this day.
And you'll be thankful.
Thankful that you didn't end it.
No matter how down you are.
Or what has happened.
Always remember.
You have a purpose.
A purpose your living.
A purpose your breathing.
Maybe your purpose is to help someone.
Someone who had a day like you did.
And you can help them pull through.
Like God helped you.
So that they too.
Can be thankful.
And that is your purpose.