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Not really a poem
I always act happy…
but inside I hate myself so much I think about dying everyday.
But then again at the same time I want others to be happy.
And them smiling makes me think one more happy person,
and that I can be the person to go through the sadness for them.
But it’s a mixed feeling;
I’m so jealous of all those people.
How is it that they at times they come to love life…
But I can never come to appreciate the precious life God has given me?
Why did he put me here?
What is my purpose in this world..?
I’m sorry for putting out my feelings here,
I don’t know where else to spill…
but inside I hate myself so much I think about dying everyday.
But then again at the same time I want others to be happy.
And them smiling makes me think one more happy person,
and that I can be the person to go through the sadness for them.
But it’s a mixed feeling;
I’m so jealous of all those people.
How is it that they at times they come to love life…
But I can never come to appreciate the precious life God has given me?
Why did he put me here?
What is my purpose in this world..?
I’m sorry for putting out my feelings here,
I don’t know where else to spill…
Published 21st Apr 2012
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That's a complex plight most face. "Let us not look back in anger, nor forward in fear, but around in awareness". All u need is to acknowledge that u are here, time will reveal the rest - be patient. It is what it is, but u can change it. What u do is ur purpose, ultimately what u do with ur life is ur purpose in life.
