This poem is dedicated to Brittany:
All of our serious conversations about this very topic.....


Will there ever be a time,
When I am out of tears?
My heart not filled with pain.
My mind not filled with fears.

Will there ever be a time,
When i don't cry myself to sleep?
Not worried about the outside world.
My problems won't seem so deep.

Will there ever be a time
When cuts don't lie upon my arm?
I won't care what people say.
Won't be afraid of the worlds' harm.

Will there ever be a time,
When i don't think about me dying
I'll know that when i'm gone
All these people will be crying

Will there ever be a time
When I don't cut or cry?
Or will there be a time
When I don't wish to die?

Will there ever be a time?
When these problems just aren't there
When I could live my life
Without one single care.


 
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