What's Left?

October 1, 2009
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This Poem is written, not to complain,
But written for me so that I don't go insane.
Stuff is hard now, and always was;
I know I have anxiety when I start to buzz.
I get scared and I start to lose my breath,
This happens when I feel like I have nothing left.
I shake a lot and start to cry,
And then I just want to give up and never again try.
My eyes get tired and I just want to snooze;
Or maybe even relapse by drinking the booze.
I always feel lost and I just want to run away,
But when I think those things I stop and to myself I say:
"This poem is written, not to complain,
But written for me because I am not insane.
I'll be alright, I always was,
I didn't make it this far 'just because'.
When I think about happiness, I lose my breath;
Then I ask myself curiously, 'What's Left'?
I will get sad, but I won't be afraid to cry,
I want to be happy, so i'll give life a try.
I have to take one step at a time, so I put on my shoes,
There is no way I am ever going to lose.
I must work through any problams and never run away,
So this is all I am left with to say;
What's left? I say to me,
There's places to go, tons that I can be.
So I will not, ever, give up on myself;
I'm gonna have the family, love and wealth.
Life is too short to be stressed,
So I must live my life to the best."

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