I’m not sure how much more I can take I get pounded on time after time I’m sure that real soon I am going to break Why must I be tortured I committed no crime
I watch as day by day it gets worse My sanity slowly going away Soon I may be leaving in a hearse I fight to stay alive every day
Every day a battle to survive A constant struggle to continue on living What is there but to thrive When the world has just stopped giving
You gave the world your all Tried to make every one happy Trying to catch everyone before they fall Never letting anyone get hurt to badly
This poem is currently a work in progress. A friend asked me to write him a poem for what he is going through and this is how far I have gotten.