To die, to sleep, no more.
Ecstasy.
But god forbid
something may come
after death.
Then what?

To be or not to be
Is not the real question.
The real question is,
How do we manage
And why?
Why struggle
When we could all
Sit down and give up
Everything?
What keeps us going?
Why do we persevere?
These are the questions
That permeate my mind

I confided in you
I didn't know you for you
Before you were her
But now I can see                                
You are the person I've wanted to be.

How could I know
The troubles below  
You had been so flamboyant
You were struggling
Just like me.                  
                        
Words of encouragement
Lines of support
When I had lost hope
You were there for me