When I think about cross-roads, choices are what come to mind.

So I decided to write about a painful choice that far too many

youngsters decide to make, the one between life and death.

Cross Roads.
What will I choose?
Do I let decide, what I have left
To lose?
Sanity? Morality?
Tis difficult, to leave behind
whatI - no they- have seen in mind,
I have tried
tried to stay, tried to pray
Tried to push away
the thoughts- the thoughts they
control me, consume me, enslave me.
each time i vow
to live in the now
let go of how
easily things go aw-ry
it isn’t easy.
to let go, to be free, to be me
but i’ve tried, i’ve cried- died on the inside
no matter how hard I try it’s only poetry.
poetry that understands me
binds me, reminds me that only paper
is kind to me.
it is all but a mask, but why won’t they ask?
and what a disgrace
i have come to cause.
but pause.
do i care? will they stare?
if I do go through with it
will it matter when my blood runs dry
and i no longer have to cry
no longer have to try
will it be I
in the sky
a star
that finally smiled:).