Its just another day

It's just another day, still hanging by a thread.

When I open my eyes, to see a pillow and a bed.
Where I lay my head, I think to myself thank god

I'm still alive and not found dead.

Cause I know I'm not perfect and I know I'm not right

but I try my best and if I were to die tonight.

I pray that I would awake and see light

but I have fright.

Afraid that my light is out of sight,

and I will be left in darkness cold and queit.

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I wrote this poem when I was 16 kicked out living door to door.

I ended up homeless and going through some hard times but I figured

I would share hope you guys enjoy.

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