Don't give up

by Mark   May 18, 2007

Sometimes I think about my life,
And how I'm happy, there is no knife.
A knife to danger me, a knife to harm,
A knife to slice all up an arm.

What's the point in this I say?
This should never happen any day.
Life is too precious, you only get one shot,
Just don't mess it up, because it's all you got.

Your friends, family and everyone else at all,
Will be there for you as long as you stand tall.
Stay strong and fight your day,
Because soon enough, it will be going your way.

Title needs to be changed most likely..


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  • 11 years ago

    by Melpomene

    This was a nicely written poem ery true and interesting to read. I think you did a great job with it. Well done with this~mel