So many people come and go
some make my life a living hell.
Some others are just a foe
but they make it terrible just as well.
It doesn't make any sense
every one was nice at first.
But now that I know there true colors
I will always prepare for the worst.
Why is it always me,
and no one else
who gets smothered with reality?
My deepest fears never false.
I sometimes wish something
had gone wrong with my birth.
But it's to late for that so
I will always prepare for the worst.
I try to run from the truth.
But all I ever get is pain
pain from all I've ever known.
The truth comes in storms of rain.
It's come to this,
this time is not the first
that words and fists will make me
always prepare for the worst.
Every one I've ever known
expects this of my life
I will not give them that satisfaction.
I will not commit suicide.
I don't expect you to understand.
what I carry is not your curse.
I will however give you a tip.
always prepare for the worst.
Please do not follow me
save yourself
this is not your destiny
but please understand me when I say life isn't what its made out to be.
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PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I will keep up with as much as possible, I'm not quite as depressing as they will make me seem, but, I write what is there so... please read... and let me know what you think. :)