Holding on

Today we sat an talked about
all the times we have ever had a doubt

we thought about our life
and how its getting hard to make it past the strife

and we planned to run away
because its the only way to make it through another day

we talked about our parents drinking
and doing things with out thinking

you said your mom walked out one night
after another brutal fight

and now your dad hits you
and your not sure what else to do

our parents always thought nothing was good enough
and staying home was getting tough

you said that it might be nice if you died
and i held you while we cried

we decided we wanted to hold on
because neither of us were ready to be gone

** sorry this is a venting poem i just needed to write**