Is life even possible anymore?
Or is the world doomed to confusion and war?
I can harderly stand here with my eyes closed,
If life is a test, than i guess we all lose.
I promised myself this time,
I wouldnt let it happen,
Wouldnt ever do it again.
But the darkness keeps on coming.
I think im sick of running;
I'm telling you "who cares if its a friend?".
I'm sorry I couldnt do it,
Sorry im not through with it,
But im not scared.
My promise has been broken,
Keep me as a token,
My body's useless now anyway.
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I originally wrote this as a song, I couldn't be bothered to write the music to it, and now here it is. I based it on the fact that I promised my brother I'd never hurt myself, or try to kill myself again. It's a very hard promise to keep, and truthfully I haven't been able to keep to it as well as I'd hoped. Everything just seems so chaotic. I hate life.
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Depression?
詩歌This is a collection of my sad poetry I've accumulated over the years. I hope that those who read this can relate in some way. My sincerest hope is that it helps people feel less alone. I do not wish to make anyone feel worse than they already are...
