Change

Based off of a blueprint for a type of poetry called "Change"

I was just a boy.

I remember sitting alone every night in the dark.

I heard her harsh words, piercing my heart.

I saw the cuts on my leg, the blood as plentiful as rain.

I worried over everything, every thought.

I thought the only way out was a noose.

But, I want to change.

I am emotional, but strong.

I think that everyone has a purpose in life.

I need to feel better.

I try to stay positive, no matter what.

I feel a ray of hope in the shadow of doubt.

I forgive her, and the way she acted.

Now I can change.

I will be stronger.

I choose to stay out of the pit called negativity.

I dream of being carefree, without worries and fears.

I hope to be better by the end of this year.

I predict the strength I have won't falter.

I know I will be better than I am now.

I will change.