You're born one day,
And into the world the next.
You learn the some words to say,
Then eventually learn to text.
You then learn to feel pain,
Or pass it on to your friend.
Either way you have something to gain,
Or find a mark that is known as the end.
The end doesn't mean the end of life,
You have to keep moving.
Don't just lay there with a knife,
Throw it away so it's more soothing.
You'll feel more hurt as life progresses,
But don't forget you have a reason to say.
A reason to fix all the messes,
A reason to live every single day.
Everything will get better,
Trust me.
No everything stays dark forever.
There's always an end.
You are reading this living,
The fact that you were even born,
Is even relieving.
Don't waste your time living in the past.
The past is past,
Now it's the present.
Pain won't go away fast,
But it will as you live your life on.
YOU ARE READING
Far From Perfect
PoezjaOne word you can't describe me as is perfect. Why? Nobody's perfect. I know my flaws and why they show, don't you? I know that I'm working harder everyday to correct and make my flaws disappear, and you should too! :) So if you read my poems I bet y...