there are so many questions
running through my head
shoould i be alive or dead?
why i got drunk until i got punched
or why i slit my wrists as much as i do
we die as we are born
and yet we take it from ourselves
because we do not treasure it
why is life so complicated
will my voice be heard
or will i die off like the others
in my immagined other life
the night sky is so beautiful
are they souls of others
maybe they yearn to see loved ones
so they shine for attention of the world
who ever knew a four letter word
would have such depth
death,life,love,hate
all apart of life
and yet in situations we cannot explain

 
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