THE LIFE AT STAKEA Poem by ķřăźŷ_ĺīļ_āľĩĕņSometimes we are in miserable times, losing so much and fell. Don't stop trying. Try and fall, the fall is your pain, the tries are your gain.Sometimes I wish I was never born, Sometimes I wish I never grow up in this world, As my relationship seemed bored and torn, And I am the only silly little girl, I couldn’t help myself even with petty issues, Making everyone think I’m a fool and useless, I only cry alone, locked up with boxes of tissues, I think so too I don’t deserve the life and I am helpless. I took the pills, the repellent and the blade, Choosing which one could kill me easily, But it was not as easy as people said, To pick one item making my heart pounded heavily, Inner voice asking me to think again, Is it wise for you to take your life? Kept asking me try not to be insane, For one stupid move, you would not be alive. My inner voice was right about me, I should let go of the evil thoughts and continue my journey, Leave my misery and let it be, Always leave behind the sadness and stay happy, And I should look forward for a better tomorrow, How to love the others if I don’t love myself first? And to forgive myself and forget all my sorrow, That’s the turning point for me, life is always beautiful nevertheless. © 2015 ķřăźŷ_ĺīļ_āľĩĕņAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorķřăźŷ_ĺīļ_āľĩĕņTaiping, Perak, MalaysiaAboutI am not any good writer but like everyone, it needs a start. What's wrong with trying? Try, fall, rise and keep going. The more you are hurt the tougher you become. What doesn't kill you makes you st.. more..Writing
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