Is It Time?

I ask myself all the time if its my time to go I ask myself all the time if its my time to disappear  I ask myself all the time if its my time to leave   All these questions pop up in my head when I start thinking  Thinking if I am better off. Better off as in dead. But hold up   I will miss some people… "No you won’t” I will miss my dogs… “Maybe not”  I will miss my hobbies… “Eh no”   I can’t believe I am even asking myself these questions.  But I can’t stop asking myself them. Because they stick in your mind when bad things happen.   All these questions pop up in my head when I start thinking to deep into life Thinking if I am better off. Better off not here living in this world. But wait…  NO! NO more waiting its time. Its time to end all this sadness, anger, and guilt.  NO! NO dont tell yourself that. Its not the time to quit. Its the time to get stronger.  Its it m time? I hope I found out soon…. Because I have no idea if it is my time or not. H…e….l…p Do you know when to quit? Do you!  Do you know when to write a letter? Do you!  Do you know when to just forget? Are you!  Cause I think I am. I am so ready for all this pain to end.  And end fast…Because…It is my time.  Or is it?…..

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world
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