Why
Why can't I live my life
Without feeling bound,
Bound by chains,
Chains made of words,
Words that you've spoke to me.
In the past now,
But fresh in my mind
Since the day those words
Left your mouth.
Sometimes they're sweet,
Sometimes they're brutal,
But the worst is when you don't speak at all.
We have this life because it's an outlet,
It's an outlet
To keep us from thinking
Thinking of death.
Because death is all we can fear
Because death is all we know to fear.
YOU ARE READING
Give Me Life
PoetryA bunch of poems and shit. There probably really stupid but they're true. If you can relate to them that's great and I'm sorry.
