Keep Living
The night is when the darkness comes.
The guilty feelings,
the lonely ones,
the times you feel you are forgotten.
The good times seem to melt
into the dark, deep, depressing ones.
The ones that never leave.
Because only the best memories stay,
but in the dark...
they are out numbered.
The darkness falls,
the feelings swirl.
It takes a lot of strength to
pull through
and keep going.
Even if there aren't many
there still are good memories.
And they are the ones
to keep living for.
This poem is about:
Me