I'm not good at my job
But I'll die one day
I'm not a good lover
But I'll die one day
I'm not the best at anything
But I'll die one day
The ones who yell at me
Will die one day
Loved ones, hateful ones
All of them will die one day
It's sad, I know
but sometimes a strange relief floods me
Maybe I'll live a little longer than all to enjoy a bit of silence before my time is up.
No job
No lover
No harsh words
And sadly, no cries
Just a quiet room, and finally a quiet mind
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Poems and Reflections
PoetryInsomniac. I need a place to write things out, I guess.
