I lie awake late at night wondering what the next day might bring.
Joy or sorrow?
Life hurts and the things people say sting.
Will I be alive tomorrow?
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In one of my darkest hours i find a rose.
Not a rose that brings joy to the eyes.
Nor pleases the nose.
It looks as though it cries.
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I`m only 14 but have been through enough to make me 40. So i express my feelings through poetry.)
My Life Or My Death
I lie awake late at night wondering what the next day might bring.
Joy or sorrow?
Life hurts and the things people say sting.
Will I be alive tomorrow?
When I scream out no one chooses to hear.
Why I don`t know?
I have lived my whole life as a young child in fear.
Will the pain ever cease to grow?
I fall knee deep in sorrow.
How aren`t I insane?
My life is so hollow.
Maybe I am insane I do like to cause my own physical pain?
I try not to live in the past.
Is it bad I regret having my life.
My life is on a hour glass.
The question is to use or not use the knife?