Poems Affiliation

Sonnet

Around March or April of 2015 - Sonnet

"Wasted Breath"

A broken soul with no easy escape,
She is stuck between warm life and cold death.
Death demands to stick like adhesive tape
But life always says: "Hey, take a deep breath."
No other way, she puts on a fake smile.
People often assume nothing is wrong-
Only a few taking the extra mile
For help. Stuck in a long game of ping pong;
On the verge of death, life always pulls back
Claiming victory. Life is like one grade-
Not to hard, surviving on a race track.
Her feelings hidden, followed by her blade.
What could be worse than the thought of cold death?
Thinking your life was one of wasted breath.