My Own Relevance

My day may start with smiles and tears.
As I washed my face; looked up in the mirror
and see my own plain self.
And ask it, what I have done?
Why did i made such doing like that?

Razors and Tears,
are my dependencies.
Hands and Fists,
I always marked on.
Hurts and Pains,
I'm so tired of it.
Love and Cares,
I want to feel.
Peace and Loyalty,
I want it to remain.

I did it again.
Held once again a knife,
And felt down.

As I cut my flesh,
But it wasn't delivered that well.
A destructive knock came along.

Feeling uneasy,
can't help it.
Going Crazy,
Will I be?
Half Alive,
Mostly I am.

Farewell, I sent to them.
then suddenly,
A call I've received from a
concerned friend.
Begging to me not to do it.
A friend, mostly I was about to loose.

What I love to say, " I'm okay ".
But inner of me, adequately not.
In my daily anima,
I always asked myself,
Why did I have to live?
What am I suppose to do?

Then I realized,
We lived for a Mission.
And we'll die because of a reason.