Dear death:
I have been calling you for quite awhile...

I know there is a God
When I have those times when nothing goes my way...

If you read every other line there's two poems...
Butterflies in my stomach almost every day...

I learned to cope
But had no hope...

Education and learning, we dont care,
Values and morals, thats something rare...

I have tried to let go of this past I created.
But somehow I have become the person I hated...

To fight for one or benefit all,
How does one decide between the two...

My life was falling apart
At that moment I began to cry...

To see through the eyes of a broken soul,
Who once had aspirations and once had a goal...

Sometimes people lose sight of life,
They focus on struggles and focus on strife...

Looking back and reminiscing,
Seeing the past that now is missing...

Afflicted heart from the wounds doth break,
Take thee away from the sadness thou make...