I never knew of my potential death.
I never knew my life was at stake,
Can't resolve the past for it's way too late!
Sure I'll cry, beg, pleas, and always ask myself why . . .? All I should really focus on is contemplating a new way to die.
Maybe hope is somewhere in the air.
I guess life is not always fair.
. . . WHY? . . . WHY? . . .WHY? . . .
Why am I a hindrance to millions?
Why am I just incapable of understanding?
Why am I a victim of circumstance?
- My thought was filled with grief.
My look is of disbelief.
My life was told in lies.
My death is of suicide . . .
I can't exchange yesterday for my tomorrow. ***I just hope I am never invited to determine my sacrifices. . .
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