How childish I am.
Expect a world
-not even giving a room
Take take take
Life was not made to serve you
Create happiness, spark smiles
If your always miserable be the reason others aren't and live by it-
I lack the understanding of life and yet I preach of something I haven't even a grasp of. Fingers occasionally brushing the surface when the road gets bumpy; bus old, falling apart.
How childish.
Whines and whimpers the only sound one might hear.
Get off your fucking ass
YOU ARE READING
Fuck You, Nicely
PoetryOne finding themselves, ups and downs; streams of melancholy and yearning of the heart. Contains time stamps of a life that seem to fade too fast and rants through life lessons I often forget. There might be some triggers with eating and just mental...
