now that i think of everything, <br />that we did wrong and it seems to me, <br />that it could be hard to believe, <br />my arms bloody, <br />my heart torn, <br />i wish this was a dream but it seems that it isnt, <br />if im not here tommorow than i my be lock in these four walls, <br />that shall tell me a story of my suiside to be, <br />you want to know if ill wait for you but my feelings may change over time, <br />im sick of reliying on my knifes and blades, <br />to make everything right, <br />i can't see my life going forth, <br />maybe im getting better, <br />maybe i am, <br />but seems that life takes its change, <br />and maybe i will die.<br /><br />Kayla Corinne Beneteau<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/maybe-ill-get-better-maybe-i-am/
