Sometimes i wonder to myself. Y am i still here?
Still standing. Strong and unhurt. Tall and Mighty. Big and Emotionless.
Sometimes i wonder to myself. Y do i still try?
Try to look good. Try to remain happy. Try to sound Unhurt. Try to live.
Sometimes i wonder to myself. Why do i still smile?
If i have been hurt so much. Kick in the gut. Pushed in the mud. Abused
Sometimes i wonder to myself. Where am i going?
In life. In love. In education. In my future.
Then i wonder to myself. Who am i?
What am i doing? Where am i going? Y am i trying? Who am i becoming?
I then turne to myself and say.
Im still here because Suicide is weakness.
I still try because if i didn't i would be nothing
I still smile because it hides all my pain inside
Where am i going? Foward
And who am i? Something i will never figure out. Something that i can never answer. An answer that is unseen. Unheard. Unfound.
Help me find it?
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