Sometimes.
Sometimes is the way in which my life survives.
Through the times I sometimes breathe.
The times I sometimes sleep.
Sometimes take a step forward.
Sometimes eat (more than I would like).
Sometimes lend a helping hand (to anyone other than myself)
Sometimes.
But sometimes just won't cut it in the long run.
Sometimes only works temporarily
And its starting to fail.
Its falling apart.
Sometimes.
Sometimes, though temporary
Is what keeps the world spinning.
But sometimes was not meant for life.
I wish someone would have told me
Before I broke down and died.
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Late Night Poems
PoesíaPoetry for the broken souls. Enjoy a private glimpse into my mind which is not given even to those closest to me. I hope you can find a friend in the words on your screen. I don't have an upload schedule; it may be a long time between uploads. I'm...
