Twin size bed.
Cracked and chipped away ceiling paint.
I remember the taste of tears in my mouth.
Growing up with a broken heart;
A girl that never got her mother's love.
Life wasn't worth living for me.
Just an endless misery.
Death was an answer on the test of life, but I cheated that question many times.
I had the option to slit my wrists. To jump in front of a car or a bus.
But I was too scared. Too scared to leave the life I hated so much.
To be completely honest I don't really know.
I went through more than a decade of my life having nothing worth living for.
But then my friends came along.
They picked me up from the grave I put myself in.
They cleaned off the dirt I was covered in, still missed a few spots.
I'm good now. Thanks to them.
They gave me the answer to this poem.
They are who I am willing to die for.
I can't live without them, because without them I wouldn't be living.