We exist
Or so we think
We're here
To live
To be alive
But how do we do that?
Are we doing this right?
Is there a right?
Do we have rights?
Life is so odd
It seems like one big game
Everything is against you
Against me
It's trial after trial
Trial and so much error
It's only errors
It makes no sense
It isn't fair
Which is just life
I know
Trust no one
Lose your rights
No insurance
Trust the wrong people
Get hurt
Get used
Get manipulated
It's not fair
Feeling put on trial
For existing
For simply existing
Life is a mess
But it shouldn't be this messy
Not at all
It just doesn't make sense
There is no true escape
Not even death
Death is just nothing
Pure nothing
I want to feel
Feel good
Not feel nothing
Not be in the endless void of death
That isn't appealing
I just want more good
We all do
Everyone does
The world is constantly against us
Beating us down
Holding us to the ground
It isn't fair
And yet, here we are
On this trial we call life
Existence
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Poetry𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 is an ongoing book and collection of poems and sonnets made by me, inspired by my thoughts, dreams, and personal experiences. As someone who lives with depression and anxiety, a lot of my thoughts are bound to not be very pleas...
