Reaper Of My Soul Poem by Rose Marie Cook

What's a life if it isn't worth living? How do you go on knowing that whatever choice you make is wrong in someway? How do you live each day knowing that you'll only hurt more and more? You look at yourself and are digusted with the reflection staring back into your own eyes. What are you supposed to do? Just sit back and watch the pain and suffering take it's course hoping he'll see? Or just smile and laugh through the tears? I can't ignore it; can't fight it off tears flood my face and I fear they won't stop. What kind of terrible person am I? Hurting someone like this I want it to be over; the battle to be won. I want my life to just continue on. No one understands, they don't have a clue the constant battles going on inside me the past becoming true they can listen to every word I say, but they don't really know what it's like to carry my burdens to suck it up and try to push through. All temptations lie before me, but I haven't touched any, wouldn't dream of trading this messed up life just because it would just be given to someone else. I can't do that to someone if they aren't strong they will do what I never could and end it before it's over. I'd rather be beat down and hurt the worst then rise again for more before I pass this burden on any other helpless soul. This is the burden I carry, the reaper of my soul.