10 October, 2006

Better part of me

Anonymous

There are days in my life
When I feel nothing I can do
When death and suicide
Have crossed my mind too.
I’m someone trying to understand
The better part of my life
And yet all I have encountered
Is trouble and strife
My heart cries every night
In a place no-one can see
Where everything’s uncertain
Where it’s not easy being me.
But I keep hoping one day
All things will come true
Even though life has many journeys
And a few ups and downs too.
I’m a stranger to my own self
There are things I cannot see
But I will keep on searching for
The Better Part Of Me

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