my confidence is low,
my stress is high,
how do people want to live
when all i want is to die?
i favor thorns over roses,
and cuts over care,
how do people love the world
when all it does is glare?
and my mind's a mess,
oh, such a living hell,
how do people say oh how lovely
when nothing in the world is well?
and someone please to me
how this can be:
how do people love so much
when hate is all you can see?
i don't understand.
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tragedy
Poetry[a collection of poetry] tragedy (n.) 1) an event causing great suffering, destruction, and distress, such as a serious accident, crime, or natural catastrophe. 2) dealing with a serious or somber theme, typically that of a great person desti...
