Meant to be Lived

As I sit here,
all these thoughts run through my head,
Am I meant to be here?
or is my life even meant to be lived?

So much has happened,
and now my heart is crushed.
I don’t think I can take the pain,
I wish my life would be flushed.

Yes, I have a few people,
in my life that really care,
and it’s for those very few,
that I wouldn’t dare.

I sit and think,
should I do this,
or should I do that?
Would I even be missed?

The life that I live,
is like a nightmare in hell,
is it worth living?
Right now I feel so unwell.

I lost the one I love,
and I lost a great friend.
There’s nothing to live for,
my life is coming to an end.

Should I pick up the knife,
and put it 2 my wrist?
or should I just sit back,
and try 2 resist?

Now back to the beginning,
where I sit here and question,
Is my life meant to be lived?
or Is it meant to be finished?

*~* this is a true poem, these exact thoughts were goin through my head the other day, please rate and comment *~*