What Can I Do?

Sometimes I lay,
In my bed,
And I take deep breaths,
To clear my head,
These frequent moments,
When I want to die.

I think of you,
And start to cry,
You seem to be,
The only thing,
I have to live for.

You keep me breathing,
If only I,
Didn't feel this way,
Maybe I would,
Want to stay...
Published: 4/6/2012
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