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
This is a very entertaining poem :) I love the topic, especially the ending...
there's always something...no matter how dark and bleak things may seem right now...also love absolutely LOVE the last stanza of this piece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Never give up Sam. You are talented writer and your words are speaking to many people who feel this same desperation.