I woke up this morning
and wanted to kill myself
I then asked myself, WHY
why? I could not answer myself
Nothing ever changes, only seems to get worse
Mid-way though the day
I found myself holding a gun
only to look over and see the shells
I thought
RIGHT NOW!
I CAN DO IT!
I put the gun down
Only to think of the one I love
At the end of the day
I had my lover in my arms
Only to proceed on my endless journey called life
But only to wake tomorrow
and repeat yestarday
When will it end, is always the question
The question I ask myself at the start of my day
and the end of just another day
