Day in, day out twisted thourowly throughout I dont believe But try to concieve I dont know why But still I try with every yerning moment with every wakening day Without conserving Without deserving Trying to do my best Trying not like the rest But I dont know why I WILL NOT DIE well I wrote this when I was going throw cancer, multiple surgeries and chemotherapy. thats why its kinda depressing I can explain any and all of it if any of you care for me too ask what something means and I will tell you but its highly unlikelly anyone will care to ask peace fee
I like the bold lettered assertion at the end! You're a fighter and that's exactly as it should be. Okay, a question: "I don't believe/ but try to conceive" What's it refer to?
everything I was going through I was 16/17 had 4 tumors and 5 surgeries to me its was unreal couldnt be true so I didnt really believe this was happining but had to try too concieve that this was the truth
i love this poem. i like a poem that can me feel something, whether it be good or bad. A good writer can make you feel anything
