Life is what you make it
You can make it short or long
It's between you and that gun
You can stop the pain, you can fix it
Or you can start the pain by cutting your wrist
If you wanna lie and tell everyone your fine
When the truth is you'll never be ok
Life is what you make it, it lies in your Hand
The choice is yours, what's it gonna be
To end it? To live it? To make the pain go away?
It's up to you, it's your life
So what are you waiting for?
It's your life
By: cris son
Age: 15
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