Death can be so close,
or it can be so far.
Should I just let it happen,
like being struck by a car.
Should I choose my own fate,
or let fate choose me?
I could swallow these pills
and I'd finally be free.
I could wait out my life.
Surely, things will get better.
Whats the point to it though
I should just write my letter.
I know it's so stupid.
I know I'll be missed,
My whole family would cry,
then they'd feel pissed.
These are just thoughts,
stupid things in my head.
For my point in life
is asleep in his bed.
It's not just my life
but it's his as well.
He gives me the strength
to go on when I fail.
So I found my Inspiration,
or you could say it found me.
I was blessed with my son,
and it's his life I want to see.
1-31-09
Author notes
When i do feel down, I know no matter what I am not going to do anything, because I have him to look to. He is the best thing that has ever happened to me. No matter how down i may be he is always there to cheer me up. I love my son more then anything in this world, and i could never leave him.
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This is a really brave and heartfelt write and a testomony to your strength of character and yourlove as a mother, this is a really wonderful poem, dont miss a second of the magical jouney with your little boy, for when he is grown knowing that you trod it together will forge a wondeful bond between you
thanks for sharing this little gem
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