a million reasons..

[Meen]

I
have million reasons to die
and know a million ways to do it.
Could shoot myself like people
shoot my ideas down at work.
May be stab myself,
the way my 'friends'
back-stabbed
Or hang myself, like my mom
left me hanging,
Perhaps fall from a tall building,
like I fell in
Love.
Wonder why am I alive then?
living my imperfect life
one day at a time, happily
why? Because
I have one reason to live
and the only way to live,
You, and with
You.

# when 1>1000000

 

[Prakash]

I
have million reasons to die
and know a million ways to do it.
Could shoot myself like people
shoot my ideas down at work.
May be stab myself,
the way my 'friends'
back-stabbed
Or hang myself, like my mom
left me hanging,
Perhaps fall from a tall building,
like I fell in
Love.
Wonder why am I alive then?
living my imperfect life
one day at a time, happily
why? Because
I have one reason to live
and the only way to live,
You, and with
You.

# when 1>1000000

Meanwhile seeing this post her dad will be like

 

[Meen]

I don't know what this style is called, but I was trying something where the poem starts very dark and ends on a very hopeful or a happy note, conveying a message. The transformation shouldn't be obvious, reader shouldn't notice how the poem changes tone.
One great example of this is the following beautiful song from the movie Per anbu. Note how the lyrics starts with a pain, slowly transforms to a fight and ends with a hope.

 

[Goodie]

I
have million reasons to die
and know a million ways to do it.
Could shoot myself like people
shoot my ideas down at work.
May be stab myself,
the way my 'friends'
back-stabbed
Or hang myself, like my mom
left me hanging,
Perhaps fall from a tall building,
like I fell in
Love.
Wonder why am I alive then?
living my imperfect life
one day at a time, happily
why? Because
I have one reason to live
and the only way to live,
You, and with
You.

# when 1>1000000

And one day you will find million ways to die, to forget the one you chose to live for that one reason.