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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Gay and Lesbian  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem shows a change of emotion, a change of thought, a change of love over the change of time.

Submitted: May 22, 2015

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Submitted: May 22, 2015



When I was younger
I was depressed.
I wanted the world to end.
I wanted my life to end.

Every night I would cry
Stay up wondering
Why the fuck can't I just die?
 Nothing was important. 

I would have no hope.
I had no strength.
The world was just as useless
As I was to everyone.

Nothing mattered. 
Nothing was important.
 Everything hurt,
Nothing was okay. 

Now every night 
I get to watch the love of my life
 Sleep in our bed that we share. 
Everything about her is important.

She is my hope.
 She is my strength. 
Maybe the world isn't useless.
 Maybe I'm not either.

She matters most.
She is the most important thing.
Some things may hurt,
But maybe that's ok.

Now that I'm older,
 I see the hope.
I have my world.
I am alive.

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