I know they say life aint suposed to be easy
But does it have to be so hard?
It's like the Devil is picking our misery
We're all just pictures on a card
He pulls one out of the deck
Sets it aside
Then pulls another which causes us heck
What a shitty way to decide
Doesn't care if he's killing us inside
He's evil so that's what he wants
Wants us to suffer and wish we'd die
There's no way to escape his taunts
Problem after problem, this is too much
He sits and watches satisfied at what he's done
As we suffer, cry, try to tear ourselves from his touch
He doesn't let go, we cannot run, as for this game, the Devil has won
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It's My Life, Just Typed Out
PoetryI write my poems based on how I feel. They're not the greatest, but i'm proud of them. Some are about love, some about friends, and some about lonliness. And many more topics as well. I hope you enjoy, and leave me your feedback. <3
