Sometime

Sometimes I think I can't go on and that my life should end. Sometimes I think that what I should to solve my problems is to run a knife cross my skin. Sometimes I think that the right thing to do is to put a bullet through my head. Sometimes I can't deal with all of the problem I have and that I don't deserve to live. With all of these thoughts you may ask why I am still alive. I may have all of these thoughts, but I know I will never try them. I think that the more pain you go through the more stronger you become. I think that the people who kill them selves are weak and I would rather be strong than weak. And so I go on to see another day.