Homeless and Stress

(poems go here)Tell me that life is worth it,

 tell me that these obstacles will create and make a better me,

 tell  me that life as i see it will become better.

Do not sit and tell me i wont become much,

 do not steal from me,

do not atke what is mines and what is dear to my heart.

Why not be true and not make this miserable life even more blue.

Smiling has came to an end and the crossroads i see once again, which way to turn,

which path is best.

The  easiest is death, but the hardest is success.

Now i sit and think, if this journey is even worth anymore stress...