September 2nd 1986
a girl was born in this world
after marriage and a special kiss
she grew up not to notice the small things in life
so full of pain and living in strife
always felt misplaced
no matter how much my mother tried to put a smile on my face
sunk into depression
kept asking myself the same question
is there really value to my life
cause why god am i living in strife
i feel theres no value so let me end it with this knife
but i was to cowardly to end when it was my heart that needed to mend
thanks this poem is about rules of life and how they shouldn't be played with about taking your own life its just not your decision but some people try to make it there's
