Do I remain the way I am?
Or do I become the beast that lies within?
How do I let this go?
Should I leave or should I stay?
What's the point of you and I anymore?
Can I look past how you played me for a fool?
And how you lied to straight to my face?
When we first started dating, you seemed different,
How can I tell you any different from the rest now?
Why is it that now I can't even look at you the same way I did before?
Why did you lie to me about something that could stop me from becoming a father?
Did you mean to do this to me or were you unaware of this certain thing?
Why did I put my all into this when in the end it ended up with the same result?
Do you honestly care that you did this to me?
What made you look at me any different from him?
How can you live the way you do, knowing that you could take a pre-life at any minute?
How do I overcome my fear of death again?
If i die who has my back?
Should I give it God to deal with?
Do I ask for forgiveness?
How do I forgive her?
Is there a way past this?
How do I release all this anger?
Do I let her see my pain?
Should I release all my real thoughts on her?
Should I just run away?
Would it be bad if I just disappear?
If I leave who would truly miss me?
When I'm laying on my death bed who's really gonna be there?
If I die tomorrow, where am I going?
Is there a Heaven for someone like me?
If there's a place for someone like me, where is it at?
Should I stop writing about this?
Should I give up on poetry?
When I write, my heart is with every word, but why am I writing if there's no reason to my words?
Would i do it to anyone else?
If I die tomorrow, who would honestly read my poetry?
And if they read it would they feel my pain?
What that being said, would you as the reader be able to contain all my pain?