What if the grass is greener
On the other side
Because it's always raining there?
Where the ones who never fail to give
Hardly have enough to spare
Where the people with the broadest smiles
Have pillows filled with tears
And the bravest ones you've ever seen
Are crippled by their fears
It's filled with lonely people
But they're never seen alone
Where the ones who lack real shelter
Make you feel the most at home
Maybe the grass looks greener
Because they've painted on its hue
Just remember from the other side
Your grass looks greener too
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The dark abyss that is my mind: part one
PoetryDo you know that feeling? Nothing matters, nobody cares, life has no meaning. That feeling that you want to just give up? That all you do is use up space and annoy people? That everybody is better off without you? That's me everyday. Every single da...
