Goodbye

Why am I thinking so hard about life? People walk their lives rough or smooth But mine, I walk like a blind man My life is just becoming too complicated Why am I alone from the rest of the world? Will I reach my dream like the others? I am lost at my own thoughts Deciding who I am and who I wan to be This is not part of my life; it is the way I walk This part would be the hardest: live or die My options are very limited in my life What will I really want to choose? Giving up my life for the others to be happy I think that would be my best excuse for dying No one will really know until the days come But once I die will I be forgotten? Would the others want me back again? My best and simple answer is NO I made their lives complicated enough It ends here with my first and last poem