I'm thinking about quiting,
Cuz what it is for?
Life its supposed to be balanced.
Life its supposed to have good and bad times, but,
Why it's all dark now?
Fake friends, fake family.
Fake people are surrounding me.
Can't trust them, can't trust me.
Don't even know what I'll do next.
Trying to be happy but I can't smile.
I feel anxious.
What is it for?
Why I'm still breathing?
It's there something waiting for me?
Its this pain worthy?
I want to disappear.
I want to start a new life.
Cuz what is it for?
I'm a homeless person who lives in a home.
I'm...what the hell I'm?
Seriously,
What I am?
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A Fighter's Sigh
PoetrySome strange feelings written in sadness, happiness, love, hate, and all the feelings we can't explain. Please pardon my English.
