Survivor

Mind is a devil and a saint

When your dreams come out to play

When the voices drag you through another day

You just want to

 

 Quit

 

Give up

 

Can't take it anymore

 

You just want to

 

 Die

 

Suicide

 

Leave the pain all behind

 

But you don't

You continue on this march

Through Hell itself to the front row seat

 With your audience with the devil and say,

"F**k you. I'm going to survive."

Author's Note

Enjoy

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The ending is what I want to hear. I lost two brothers to suicide. I was lucky. I was always mean and hard headed. I will hold on as long as I can. Poem told a powerful story. Ending was outstanding.
Coyote