I Found love over death

Yeah I live each day trying not to….. I want to be gone for this world just aint for me… It’s like I’m from somewhere else,.. I just want to go where I’m free to be me... I always thought I’d see the day where everything would change, for the better in a way.. I always had hope in dreams, but I’d wish I’d skip the teenage years, where my dreams had been differed... I always thought to myself, I need a place … a place that was real…. I imagined a place where my thoughts could be real.. I met a friend that bled ink, wrote on paper and sometimes me.... My new best friend had now been the poetry that I wrote, for death had gone out of me.... I lived in the past, wishing to die because I had been mad and sad and just a feeling of hopeless... I just wanted to be free and not hurt anymore... The pain I felt was deep, to my inner core... I tried to survive, but was hurting inside …. I screamed “let me go and live a new life”... Now I can breath and was free to be me, the ink spoke the words for me!..