It's sicking
This suicide
The only thoughts going through my mind
Is "end it now"
"Don't bother"
Horrendous it may seem
Living this way
But struggling
To pass the days
The attempt is the first step
In the healing
Sad to say...
But there's no official dream
No extreme possibility
When you're born under these
Curses
The worst is
Giving up
Due to this!
Don't give in
Because of this
The only way for you to live
Is by fighting!
Born a fighter and a believer
In yourself
That's where it all starts
Don't commit it
You'll only lose it
Born with a curse
Born as a fighter
Determination
No hop will leave that trait
Believe in thee
This is the only
Way to bring
Yourself
Off of the ground--of you knees.
Use your sword or reasoning
And even though
There may be those days
Look at it this way
There's no other way
For you to live
To live fighting it is a bet
A bet known only to the attempt
And with the wagers mainly on you
Don't give in
Believe in you
YOU ARE READING
Condemning Conspiracy
PoetryCensure the scheme of those who know not what they have done but reveal the results with a light show. Third book of the Evolution series brings the passion of poetry to life ending the series with a bow.
