Hey,
It's been a rough day,
But arent all days a little rough?
I was supposed to upload this in my birthday,
But arent all days birthdays?
In my theory,
Every night you die,
And every morning you are born.
That repeats over and over again
Until this painfully long process,
And your short lived life,
Ends.
So we are just a bunch of freaks,
Dying, living, existing,
And creating memories
So I made this thing on wattpad
To record every one of those memories,
In form of quotes and lyrics
And to do so with the purpose of recording my life in art,
Sometimes mine
Sometimes other's
YOU ARE READING
Life The Way It Is
PoetryLife, the way it is, it doesn't make sense, But it makes perfect sense all the same. Life, it isn't fair for everyone, And I guess that makes it fair enough. Life, it teaches you many lessons But by the time you learn, it's time to leave Life, it...
