nothing is right
falling apart
losing my mind
let me be free
where is my life
doesnt seem right
sometimes i think
about grabbing the knife
wheres my life
throw away
trying to stay strong
without breaking down
refused to be a letdown
but I let myself down
Poetry
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I read somewhere that our will is perhaps out greatest blessing a curse. It allows us to feel all the emotions, in all its heartache and pain, but it allows us to conquer them with our own will and desire to change them. They are constantly at war, and your poem really showcases that beautifully.