Thinking to myself
Looking down from this building
Like a book on a high shelf
I can see the flashing lights
And I can hear the screams from below
They all look like little termites
The man with the megaphone asks me 'why? '
I yell 'beacause im not worth having a life.'
Then I tilt my head towards the black sky
Am I worthy of living?
Am I Worth living for?
Am I worth Loving?
CAN SOMEONE ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS
Before I jump? ....
Before my body meets the pavement...
i agree with both statements. you are more than worth it. i cant express enough how worth it you are.
Goldy's right maxx, we were put here for a reason and he(god) should be the only one who should take it..we all have a life worth living..and that means you too..~love Hazel
can you stop, and gain control of yourself..? ! ? but you're right, it's not worth it - life that is - you, on the other hand, are. It's a shame we even have to live this 'life.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes you are worth loving..... ILY more than anything in the world...