Sidewalk of Life

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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: ME- A big thanks to Tyler Marchock for being my muse, telling me your story, and helping me write this poem. TYLER- Thanks to Leslie for saving my life, i owe you one.

Sidewalk of Life

I’m walking along this sidewalk of life, 
On one side is hate and depression,
And the other is Love and Happiness.
I don’t care I stay in the middle
But no matter how hard I try to get away,
I am consumed by the hate, the suffering, the misery.
I am trapped like a cornered animal,
I fight back, 
I am so easily overwhelmed by raw emotions, 
I am so easily consumed.
I am curled in a ball,
Trying to keep the horrors of living at bay,
That’s when she found me, That’s when I took her offered hand,
 to the road of happiness.
Soon though,
The hate came back
This time no one could help.
I almost jumped off that building,
Just to escape feeling anymore hate,
But I hesitated,
Behind me was my savior.
And so far the hate hasn’t come back,
And I Hope it never will.
I’m walking along this sidewalk of life, 
On one side is hate and depression,
And the other is Love and Happiness.
I don’t care I stay in the middle
But no matter how hard I try to get away,
I am consumed by the hate, the suffering, the misery.
I am trapped like a cornered animal,
I fight back, 
I am so easily overwhelmed by raw emotions, 
I am so easily consumed.
I am curled in a ball,
Trying to keep the horrors of living at bay,
That’s when she found me, That’s when I took her offered hand,
 to the road of happiness.
Soon though,
The hate came back
This time no one could help.
I almost jumped off that building,
Just to escape feeling anymore hate,
But I hesitated,
Behind me was my savior.
And so far the hate hasn’t come back,
And I Hope it never will.

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