Sometimes I wonder,
would it be better
if I just left?
I have little to nothing
chaining me to this world,
just a few things that I honestly won't miss.
The people here don't like me,
and I don't have anywhere else to go.
But I'm still here.
I have a chance that so many people have lost,
out of accident
or on purpose.
I have a chance to leave a legacy behind that would make me proud,
a chance to make the world a better place when I leave
than when I came into it.
That's the only reason why I haven't left.
I have a chance
that people would die for,
and I'm about to throw it away.
Sooner or later,
the weight of my choices might be too much to bear,
but for now,
I'm still here.
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 8:54 PM UTC
Sometimes I wonder,
would it be better
if I just left?
I have little to nothing
chaining me to this world,
just a few things that I honestly won't miss.
The people here don't like me,
and I don't have anywhere else to go.
But I'm still here.
I have a chance that so many people have lost,
out of accident
or on purpose.
I have a chance to leave a legacy behind that would make me proud,
a chance to make the world a better place when I leave
than when I came into it.
That's the only reason why I haven't left.
I have a chance
that people would die for,
and I'm about to throw it away.
Sooner or later,
the weight of my choices might be too much to bear,
but for now,
I'm still here.
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