Let me start by saying this is a poem that I haven't EVER shared with anyone, so I'm shaking a little as I write this.:depressed: I wrote this poem during the years of my abuse, so keep that in mind. As you can see, I didn't go through with what I was contemplating. :inlove:
Sometimes...
Sometimes I wonder. .. Is life worth living, there's so much taking and not enough giving.
Sometimes I wonder. .. As I sit and stare, Was I put here for a reason? Does anyone care?
Sometimes I wonder. ..Am I here for you, Or am I just here with nothing to do?
Sometimes I wonder. .. How life would be without you. I'll tell you one thing, my life would end too. For I am you although you don't know, I am the one who still loves you so.
Sometimes I wonder. .. is life worth living, they's so much taking and not enough giving.
Sometimes...
Sometimes I wonder. .. Is life worth living, there's so much taking and not enough giving.
Sometimes I wonder. .. As I sit and stare, Was I put here for a reason? Does anyone care?
Sometimes I wonder. ..Am I here for you, Or am I just here with nothing to do?
Sometimes I wonder. .. How life would be without you. I'll tell you one thing, my life would end too. For I am you although you don't know, I am the one who still loves you so.
Sometimes I wonder. .. is life worth living, they's so much taking and not enough giving.