Life; is it worth living?
Me, Myself and I, has a dream, a dream to become a Journalist,
But, what's the importance of that dream if your parents can't support you?
"Once upon a time", "Happily ever after" well, I believe in does when I was young.
But, now? What could I expect? That's juts a delusion. It's not REAL.
A lie, I once lied, well, not maybe once but a several times, but how can't they believe me if I'm telling the truth?
Why can't they see the good things that I do? Why do they always have to see my wrongs and not my right?! Why?!
I'm always having a second thought that are they my real parents?
Why can't they love me, support me, care for me like the other parents do?
Why do they have to interfere with my life if all they can see is my wrongs?
Well, I can't answer my questions, but I already have my conclusions.
Someday, if I'm tired of all this shits in life. I'll just meet them all in heaven or otherwise in hell. Because all I want to do is to rest, cause' this life is so horrible to live on.
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Vie; Life
PoetryWell, this is some kind of my journal/free verse poem writing. And it's all about my life so if you wanna read it or you can relate then go. And no bad comments because this is my life and I can do whatever I want.
