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.