Life can be wonderful, if you pray tell,
But if your mind choose it might turn to hell,
So when living gets hard,
Give reality your card,
And make happiness and insanity your clientel.

The day you break down and lose your mind,
is the day your lucidity and courage you find,
You won’t waste away,
and you will not decay,
So fear not when your brain unwinds.

For the love of all things good and pure,
You must be hurt! But are you sure?
You said you’d be scarred,
But take no regard,
It must be a pain that you can endure.

You walk the rose petaled carpet of hate,
And think that the thorns you step on are from fate,
Get past all of your hences,
Climb over your spite fences,
And get on with your world so you will not be late.

Someday you body will rot away,
and your spirit will host another body or day,
You won’t know when you die,
You won’t know who said goodbye,
So wake up and do as your heart might say.

thats an iLL poem yo, iLL poem, i liked your use of words and all. I really felt it, great poem over all.