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Both Fists Ready
Life will only bring you doors,
Your in control of which ones you enter,
Most of the time you will be wrong,
Hopefully their will be a door to get out.
Sometimes it seems like you picked the wrong door
For the last time.
Feels like its over now.
Where do You find the hope?
Where?
When your mother dies.
Your father wasn't even their.
Best friend overdose.
Girl Friend cheated on you.
Your grades arn't good enough.
The drugs is the only place your income goes.
Where do you go?
Down.
One out of fifty people in this situation will survive.
Are you one?
I really like this poem because Ive been in this situation before. But I learned out of it,that time is your only friend,because through time,it helps you deal. I never thought I was never able to live, to learn or to love ever again,but some how..after a 5 year struggle with depression, I am still here. I really like your poem very much.Keep writing :-D