Running Doesnt Help... Poem by Ashley Hargett

From time to time
i think about the distance
it would be.
think about the possibility
of if i could, run that far
or run over my wirst.
either way i would still
be running away.
Running away is many distances.
running is many ways,
life is hard to live
threw and threw every day.
each day ir gets harder to go
each day it gets easier to walk
to that cub board, and grab that silver
each day it gets harder to breathe
each day it gets harder to take another
step and keep goin till no more
can go.
i think everyday y hasnt he
taken me away yet...
i think everyday will any one come to my rescue...
but each day gets harder to live
and longer to keep ahold of it
One has said that
'Giving up doesnt always mean that your weak,
sometimes it jsut means that your stirnf enought to let go...'
Am i strong?
or am i weak...?