why

By chyanne204 •
sometimes i ask why
im still here
i live in fear
that one day
in a sad way
i take my life
i cry with a tear
rolling down my face
while my hart slowers its pace
there goes my life to a bottle of pills
my life was ill
its the way it had to be
one day you will see.
( im not sure if i should keep the line my life was ill?)