my life as well as theirs (poems)

always alone

always expecting

something that

I will never

actually get

always

suffering

thats is

something

that will never

change

always alone

no matter

how many people

are around me

never going to

feel of see anything

but hatered form

everyone around

love the one thing

that is just so

overrated when it come

death

something

that is so

far away

and seems

that is will

never come

living

is just my

personal

hell