Tommorow, if it comes..

Tommorow, If it Comes..

© By Holly G. Neely

Tomorrow, if I die..

what did I have that 

showed my life had meaning?

daddy’s drunk

mom’s crying

sister’s dying

and I’m too weak to start screaming..

so many people affected my life 

that I’m no longer the one who lives it

I have no point in life

cause I think there is no point in life

why is god making me live this?

tomorrow, if I cry..

who do I have to wipe my tears?

broken apart by all the 

“I don’t want to ever remember” years

so many people broke my heart

not so many came to mend it

only use for people’s hand were to hit me

but never just to lend it

and you wonder

why I sometimes tend to keep my head straight down

wonder, why I sometimes tend to feel 

so lost even when I’m found..

and you wonder,

why I sometimes feel 

Like I should just live life high

wonder, why I sometimes 

feel like throwing middle fingers to the sky..

so tomorrow..

if I die..

my life didn’t really have a meaning,

and tomorrow, 

if I cry, 

down my face the tears will keep streaming

even though I have a painful life,

I’ll stay strong,

is what I say

and tomorrow, if it comes..

might take this pain away,

no matter what, 

I still have control to how my future goes

it’s my life, 

my way,

that’s the one thing that I know

and tomorrow,  if it comes..

might take this pain away

because tomorrow

as we know, IS a brand new day