You're born.
What the fuck for?
It's a waste of time.
You live and soon after you die.
I look for the best in people.
I'm shown the worst.
I'm sure it's not reality but it still makes me hurt.
I live each day with the thought this will be the day.
Death is so easy.
I just cant find a way.
Living with sorrow and darkness.
It only gives you pain.
I wonder what got me feeling so insane.
I dream of happiness that belongs in my books.
I am an unwanted character.
No one should dare to have a look.
My pain I tell to all.
I still say life is shit.
I haven't broken any walls.
I know how I'll go but I refuse to cave.
I write because I'm in hell not because I want some fame.
I don't see me dying old.
Not by age.
Simply found cold.
Life is shit.
I have seen enough to believe.
It's understandable why many say this is it.
We all have something to fight for.
Even when we don't.
I hope I win the battle because I can't take much more.
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Poems in the Breaking.
RomanceThe following is based on moments in mine or someone else's heartache, crush, relationship and other feelings when love just sucked. Something that once was bliss as now turned to shi*. That teenage romance, marriage, lover and even soul mate al...
