I lived through my mistakes
I lived through the stress
I lived through the aches
I lived for success
I lived in moments of joy
I lived in optimism
I lived innocent yet coy
I lived through criticism
I lived and showed love
I lived and showed fear
I lived in belief of above
I lived a life unclear
I died because I was tired of all that came with living
I’m not dead nor suicidal. This poem was just a random passing thought. I want you to read it and think. It’s not for me it’s for you. Thank you, Ayesha for inspiring me to write a little more again.