Member Poem

I don't want to die.
I just don't want to live.
My sins are heavier
Than childhood tricks.
Is life's light worth
The inner darkness,
Or is it worthless to try?

I don't want to die.
The sun is still bright in the sky.
It's slowly destroyed
By a person's crime.
I forgave him,
But it's too late to cry.

I don't want to live.
Life's cruel clasps.
If death's gift
Is an angel's hug,
My soul could fly
From my demon's drugs.

I don't want to die.
I just don't want to live.
Was I chosen
To bear this misery?
Am I enough,
Or will it finish my history?

Can I survive?
May I heal?
Might I find happiness
Just to know it's real?
Or should I suffer
For being here?