Life's shit? What shame
But you're to blame
Nightmare of your own making
World won't care about your woes
Or if your heart is aching
Happiness exists, they say
Or is everyone lying?
It doesn't come out much to play
And I crave death and dying
Life's nothing but a gambling game
Just death's a guarantee
If you've pulled a losing card
You have to pay the fee
And the earth will keep on turning
Like a body on a rope
And it will never truly care much if a single person broke
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Poetry
PoetryI'm not good at writing poems. I also don't like writing poems. For unknown reasons I write poems from time to time. Without anyone forcing me to, I might have to add. Well, most times... *glares hatefully at her english teacher* If you want to read...
