Time.
Love.
Hope.
Regret.
Peace.
Pain.
Maybe I, just wanna rest.
Maybe I, I'm tired of tryna be best.
But I stopped, what's next?
Is this a song?
Or is this a test?
If were born sinners,
Than why are we blessed?
Fighting for peace,
Only brings us, stress.
What are we fighting for?
I don't anymore.
We all are born,
Only to die.
Nobody knows why.
Nobody knows what happens,
Beyond the shed eye.
There was a time,
Where I could, see god in the sky.
But now as the ashes,
Of my loved ones fly.
I dont know anything anymore.
My soul, is a house made of glass.
What is it I feel... is it pain? Is it love? Is it peace? Or just blades on the grass?
Is it hope? Or regret, have I even learned from the past?
What IS MY PURPOSE?!!!!
...somebody tell me
What is the purpose of my meaningless life.
YOU ARE READING
Caution Tapes Vol. 1
PoetryRythym and poetry. Rap. Music. Story telling. Rhymes. High quality writing, but terrible grammer. lul. enjoy.
