Maybe the problems I have right now will all just go away,
Maybe I'll just give up and let depression have its way.
Maybe people are just so cruel that hate comes naturally,
Maybe I'll just kill myself, another drop in the sea....
Or maybe the way things are right now will work out at the
last,
Maybe all this trauma and grief will soon be distant past.
And maybe I'll then look forward to life, not dread each
passing day
Maybe I'll have true friends again, and true loves that also
stay.
~October 31, 2006
