Confused
Abort the decisions,
Abort the life,
Abort the feeling,
Of staying alive.
Give up everything,
Things I can't take,
Give up on you,
Our life we can't make.
Then I know,
I have to tell you,
The feelings I get,
The scare it takes,
The scare to know,
I won't be so lucky next time.
What's the definition of a survivor?
Does surviving only mean escape from death?
Or is it any situation that you can get out of?
How is it that you win,
But feel like a loser?
How is it that you pass,
But feel like the one standing behind?
How do you survive and don't at the same time?
How do I ask myself over and over
But never get a reply?
Copyright © Natasha Thandie | Year Posted 2011
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