Life wasn't supposed to end up this way. Doing anything in our power to keep death at bay. Clinging to life by just a thread. No one really knows every tear that I've shed. How hard I've cried just trying not to die. But then people expect me to stay strong and lie. Try to disguise it all and wonder why I seem so distant, dead, and dry. Pretend like my heart isn't breaking on the inside. But the frustrating laws of life and death we must abide. But as hard as life clings to us, death comes for us in the end. It's usually not very hard to comprehend. I'm just angry that they're gone. I'm literally fighting myself every day just keep up with what's going on.
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My Side of the Story Vol. II
PoetryInspired by Eminem and Celia Martiniez This is my story.
