Can You?

Why can't it end?

The suffering,

The pain?

Why can't I leave?

Simply slip away,

Into nothingness?

Why does it hurt,

Feel like I'm loosing my mind,

loosing control?

That's what I used to think,

Back when my parents died,

When I lost everything.

Believe me,

I tried to go,

Several times.

Then,

Then I realized,

That I still had something.

I had a home,

And nice foster parents.

I had food on the table,

And a car in the driveway.

That is so much more,

Than many people have.

Now,

I live with my better half,

With children of my own.

I now know,

That I deserve to live,

My family deserves that. 

If I had left,

I would never have,

Gotten the chance to really,

Live.

I wouldn't have,

Found love,

Had a family,

Graduated,

Gotten a first job,

Or had a chance to,

Actually find my self.

I found hope,

I found my reason to live.

Now,

Can you?

Reviews

[MadalaJose]

Hope. Hope is expensive, slipperly most of the time. But it is worth it all the time. I like it

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the flow of thoughts leading to the logical ending.
"I found hope,
I found my reason to live.
Now,
Can you?"
Sometime hard to find proper place. Take struggle and life to teach us. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote