Reasons.

I wrote this a long time ago. So I'll be posting most of my old writings before I start my new ones. I hope you like them.

Some people die,

Because they hate life.

They always try,

To give into the knife.

 

They have no reasons,

To live through eachday.

No one to help them,

So they throw their lives away.

 

As for me,

All I can say,

Is that at one time,

I was the same way.

 

Sometimes it whispers,

The old fears in my head.

I try to ignore it,

But I wish I was dead.

 

I know it doesn't help,

These things that I wished,

I think of my friends,

And know I would be missed.

 

People will call me names,

Call me baby or demanding.

But if I'm the weak one,

Why am I still standing?

 

Some people die,

Because they hate life.

Only because they never try...

To live life...

Without the knife.