I don't wish I was dead,
but why am I hating myself with each passing day?
Too much thinking inside me,
So much mystery within myself,
It's a place I don't want anymore,
I'm in great thirst for peace,
But this pain is getting too much,
how long will I keep this fake smile?
how many times will my caring be mistreated?
I have offered my trust but I received Hurt,
This life is getting scaring,
I look around but I don't see the purpose,
But was life meant to be this way?
Because if this is how it was meant to be,
I don't know who I want to be,
I Know I don't hold tomorrow,
But I Know someday there'll no more sorrow,
I Know I don't hold the light,
This is the middle of the night,
But when will I get to the end of the tunnel?
And get hold of the bright shinning light?
©gerishon
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