every day i wake up and ask myself these questions.
whats the point?
of life...
growth...
pain...
but everyday ask i think those things i also think...
im talking to myself,to the walls,the floor
i'm just a sad and lonely person that can't get over herself.
see i heard poems dont have to rhyme but here we go.
they say your buisness is not for everyone to know.
but we have to trust people as we go.what's the point of life?
see when you think of killing yourself,there always will be hesitation.
see this is no party but there still will be dedication.at your funeral your friends and family will cry and sooner or later they may hope that they die.
but  im here to say your better than that all the way don't try to end your life any day.