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Happens to all of us,

if you say this is a lie,

well maybe your time has not come,

but does who have lived this,

or are in this mood today ,

know the feeling!  

The feeling when everything  seems to go wrong,

you loose loved ones,

the ones you loved separate form your soul,

nothing, nothing, seems right,

you then with anger in your face begin to blame,

you start to hate,

you begin to yell and scream,

sit in a dark room pull out a chair

grasp a knife and your veins you cut,

you sit there waiting for the moment

your veins would stop there float of blood,

you wish for death,

after life is what you seem to look at,

why me!! Why me! Is all in you mind,

I want to take my own life,

begin to blame society! Blame other people,

blame god for all this that is happening to you,

so harsh this feeling,

wound by wound your flesh is open,

I’ve kicked the grave of one of my loved ones,

my dear uncle, when I was in this mood,

I kicked and screamed

”I thought you were going to be here to protect me

my dear uncle”,

I then punch the soil who covered him,

and the stone with his name,

with so much anger,

my soul began to fall,

blood in his grave was stained,

a great big slap I felt behind my back,

uncle boxer had rising from the undergrounds,

he told me what I had done,

to stop blaming my problems to his death,

stop and think!!

Yeah I will be happy dead,

but my family who I swore to protect,

would cry in to stress,

ruff times are with me he understands,

he knows they are true,

but he always tells me

after rain and winter comes spring and sunshine,

he disappear,

me alone in a dark cemetery

is the image it appears,

my tears were dry,

my life again seemed to turn around,

I smiled as I saw a beautiful rose,

blooming in the dead soil, and darkness of life