To Live or To Die

StarL07

I grieve, yet I know not of sorrow,
I hurt, yet I know not of pain,
I mourn, yet I know not of loss,
I’m weak, yet I pretend I’m strong

For what was I born to this world,
For what today am I still alive,
For what can I not find meaning,
For how long more must I to strive

No scar nor wound,
No bruise nor blood,
No sweat nor tear,
No trauma nor illness,

So how can I feel sad?

For what was I born to be so weak,
For what did I think that I was strong?

Oh how I wish to turn back time
Oh how I miss when I could smile,
Oh how I miss when I could rage,
Oh how I miss when I could cry

Afraid to live,
Afraid to die,
Afraid to decide whether to live or to die

  • Author: StarL07 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 26th, 2022 13:07
  • Comment from author about the poem: Before anyone asks I'm completely fine I only partially wrote this from my own point of view, I just thought there may be someone who relates to this
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 20
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  • Crowns4Christ

    Put your trust into the hands of God my dear,you will find purpose

  • Dahlia

    very well penned and a harsh reality that
    attacks humanity, many, sadly, succumbed,to it during the worst of the pandemia, I guess they felt the way described in the poem and they off the planet, sadly...
    Dahlia Vitalia



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