die, they tell me to lay down and die <br />i cant fight their words anymore <br />they win by default <br />and they win with their pride <br /> <br />unable to control what i do or say <br />i hurt the ones i love the most <br />i hurt the ones i dont know <br />i hurt the unborn child <br /> <br />what is this but my life? <br />is it mine or yours <br />if i cannot control <br />then how am i to blame <br /> <br />will i ever have it back <br />my life, my soul, my everything <br />or will it always be their's <br />i wonder, i ponder, i plunder <br /> <br />down down deep into nothing <br />untill finally i am no more <br />mearly rags and magic dust <br />that blows away wiht the wind <br /> <br />so one last question <br />before i lay down and die <br />is she mine or yours <br />the child that grows inside<br /><br />sabrina burton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fighting-with-my-thoughts/
