Remember when I told you I was ready to die?
That I wouldn't hesitate to give up my life,
That I enjoyed the of finally laying down in my grave, gone forever?
Remember?
Because hell, I do.
I felt so unafraid,
But I think I'm finally scared.
Because every day not spent with her,
Is a waisted opportunity.
I don't want to miss out on being with her,
And I want to stick around because of her.
I might not have seen a point in life,
I might not have wanted to keep on existing,
But it was her, that wonderful person,
It was she, who gave me a new reason to live.
She made my struggles seem worthless,
And she gave me new oxygen to breathe on.
YOU ARE READING
The thoughts I feel
PoetryI'm not the world's best poet. But I enjoy writing poetry and things similar to that. This will be an ever growing collection of thoughts and emotions I have fathomed into words that grew into sentences, paragraphs and poems. Please don't judge. ...
