Some Days I Wonder
Some days I wonder
Is love happy or sad
Does it make you feel alive
Or does it drive you mad
Some days I wonder
Are there limits or are we boundless
Will I ever find purpose
Or will I die next
Some days I wonder
Do I truly have free will
Am I just a cog in the machine
Or just in it for the thrill
Some days I wonder
Where I would be without her
Would I be dying
Or alive like spring flowers
Some days I wonder
If today’s the day she’ll leave
It shatters my heart
For she is the reason I breathe
Some days I wonder
What if those pills had worked
What if I cut deeper on my wrists
And bled out through my shirt
Some days I wonder
Am I living or am I dying
On the days that I am crying
Am I still capable of flying
Some days I wonder
Is life easy or hard
Oh, to be a child again
Reading of Beedle the Bard
Some days I wonder
Do I have what it takes
Will I burn in hell
Or arrive at heaven’s gates
Some days I wonder
If someone’s watching over me
I feel misguided
Like I am lost at sea
Some days I wonder
If she truly loves me
A derelict and a sinner
With a soul so ugly
Some days I wonder
Or thank my lucky stars
That I finally found her
Playing on Mars
She keeps me young
Though to her I am old
But I’ll love her eternally
Until my heart has gone cold
I Am A Survivor
You can read my story here:
https://story.projectsemicolon.com/2018/02/04/my-name-is-morgan-olson-and-this-is-my-story-of-survival/