near tears telling a hopeful story about death
every time I want nothing more than to
disappear
I think,
"it's been a while since I've wanted to die this badly."
and it's true.
some days
are far worse than others, but
some days
my will to live is so strong
that I smile.
just because I can.
today is not one of those days,
but I know that this storm won't last.
Despite the weather it gets better.
someday I will wake up
and not feel like all hope is lost,
like I'll never get out of here alive.
someday I shall be the person
I've always wanted to be:
happy,
confident,
independent,
free.
someday I will be free.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
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