Life
I look at you standing there,
Without a care
And I wonder why I can't.
I scream and I cry
And I can't see why
I am dealt with this card
Called life.
I've played my hand,
Albeit bland,
I still can say that I lived.
No matter how many things
Were thrown at me
I fought back with twice the force
You did.
Many times I thought
I should end my life
And make it all better form there.
But I never did,
And I now I'm glad I lived.
My heart still beats,
My chest still rises,
And I am still here.
So don't worry,
I'll survive,
And I'll see another year.
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