What is life for?
I ask this everyday
I'm always wanting more
What has life become?
I ask this everyday
I always feel numb
Why a I here?
I ask this everyday
my life is controlled by fear
Who am I?
I ask this everyday
getting ready to die
Why do I cut myself?
I ask this everyday
I have been put on the highest shelf
Why do i have depression?
I ask this everyday
its an obsession
Why do i think about suicide?
I ask this everyday
because i don't have an angel by my side.
stacey joy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-573/
