What?

This is about being suicidal and depressive. Where you feel like you have only one person there for you but you are afraid they may leave.

What

 

What is death.

What is life.

What is a gun.

What is a knife.

What is a sword.

What is a shield.

What is a sign.

That tells me to yield.

These are all questions that I can’t bare.

For my life is beyond repair.

I used to say as I wanted to die.

I used to say as you heard me cry.

What is a bridge.

When can we go.

I don’t know.

No.

What is a pill.

What is a will.

I know what a book is and a quill.

Cause this is what I am doing still.

You are still in there in the next chapter.

I will not know of a happily ever after.