It seems like everyday i'm holding on for my dear life <br />and everyday i have to keep up a fight. <br />a fight that keeps me alive <br />not happy <br />but alive <br />so many nights have i cried <br />so many nights i wished i'd die. <br />i'm not sucidial but i hold the question why <br />what's the point in living, if i don't feel alive? <br />everything i know is gone <br />and no one seems to care <br />and some days i wonder what it would be like <br />if i was no longer here. <br />would anyone on this earth even care? <br />i'm trapped in a puddle of sorrow <br />deep as the ocean blue <br />i tell myself to hold on 4 me <br />because oneday my misery is due... <br />and today this poem is all that <br />i have <br />it is a reminder of my struggles <br />and for this i am glad.<br /><br />CTR 2005<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holding-on-7/
