Summer... These three months, for me, they were full of pain.
If all my nights' tears fell down from the sky, they'd make a pretty big rain...
I wish all these days never existed, and though they were quite few,
They were pure hell, and I'd never, ever wish them to you.
I was alone, and my mind turned all life into a survival game.
What helped me live through? Knowing that your situation wasn't the same.
So if you'll someday be living like me, and wishing to send your soul straight into hell,
Listen to some of these very wise words, and remember them well:
Promise yourself that you'll never intend to give your life any known harm
Until somebody else that's dear to you hurts themself using their own arm.
At first this promise may seem hard to not just hold, but even give,
But believe me, you won't even notice how you'll again start liking to live.
Copyright © Tom Burns | Year Posted 2016
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