If I lay in my bed and rot all day,
Will it make my sadness go away?
Will the worries become peace,
And the calamities cease?
If gravity pulls me deeper,
And the earth absorbs my pain,
If I let it take me forever,
Will I stop feeling this again?
It's too much for one to handle,
It's going to swallow me whole.
I have no choice,
But I have to choose.
Not even with spite,
Do I have the will to succeed.
Why is it easier not to fight,
But to dream about being just another weed?
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Poetry -Life Unwritten-
شِعرA collection of poems. Mostly taunting and pulling at how we view life. Or wanting to raise awareness on hard or untamed about subjects. (Therefore this is rated R) Beautiful cover by: @Salintha
