Which Way Out? - Poem by vickie fuhriman
This life of mine,
is such a wast of time.
I'm not sure what to do!
To end my life
or to live it fully.
That is the question
I must answer.
Though love has found me
in many places,
it doesn't seem to be enough.
My family will give me up,
pssibly before the time is right.
But I am strong for life.
I have lived through much.
The births and deaths
along with love and heartbreak
are supposed to make me stronger.
Instead it makes me want to die.
I will live with suicide and depression,
on my shoulders.
Forever and Always...
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