life hanging on a string

I stand on the edge of life looking down
At the hopes and dreams
That have been crushed

Each and everyday I am faced with problems
Do I belong?
Am I willing to live if it involves this much pain?

When I thumb through these problems
I find my self crying
Hoping for a new life

Life is one of those things were
You don’t get a second chance.
You may have problems
But is it worth dying for?





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