The way of my life
By Rosanne
I see the sun in the sky Trees are moving through the wind Who am I? What's my place in this great world? Am I like the trees? Like the sun? Like the sky? I try to find my way in this life But that isn't easy to me Some people say: 'when you body die, your soul live further you will live further in the mind of your friends' But what if your soul dies? You have to go on Even when you don't want Will someone miss me, when I die? In this big world with so much questions? All this years I think day in, day out of suicied But now I don't feel anything No happines No sadness Everything is just like the deadThis a poem? I don't know. I write it down, without thinking. It's just my feeling... Written October 30th, 2001 © on Oct 29 2001 09:18 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"I see the sun in the sky..."