Not So Stable - Poem by Sam S.Slait
I use to be sane,
Oh I remember those days,
Such a nice easy life.
But then down hill it went,
The abuse came, and pain shortly followed,
Then a little later the sorrow came.
After the sruff I have suffered,
I don't know if I can call myself sane,
I don't even think I am very stable.
Sometimes all I want to do is cry,
But a few minutes,
Turn into a few hours.
Sometimes I can't go to school,
Cause I feel far to sad,
One day usually turns into two,
Then from two it seems to be a week.
I don't know what to do,
Is it okay to give up on life,
What if nothing seems to work,
What if everything everyone says,
Seems to be nothing but a lie.
Maybe it's best to give up,
To give into my pain,
It might as well be my coffin,
Well, fairwell cruel world
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