Life is not linear it moves in circles,
You move forward to fall backwards.
You cannot dismiss the reality
By immersing yourself in temporary delight,
It all comes back when you pause to catch a breath.
You are stuck with needles inches deep
Move and you shall bleed.
Twisting your mind to make yourself believe,
Screams of agony and despair never ceasing,
Weep and mourn the demise of your young hopes;
Life is not meant to be lived child,
It is meant to get through and survive,
Enjoying it is for those who can afford such luxuries
not those who have a purpose to fulfill.
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Apricots In The Afternoons
PoetryA collection of original poems. . . . . . . Some may contain mental health related issues so please if you are not comfortable with those you can always skip :)
