It's not life that I can't stand,
But it's the lies people tell,
The pretence people do,
The pain people cause,
And the ignorance people carry around.
It's really not life that I can't stand.
Explains why I wanna be alone yet still talk to people,
Explains why I cut to ease the pain and not commit suicide to end it,
Explains why I still listen to people with the hope that they are telling the truth instead of shutting them up,
Explains why I still believe people's actions though I know they might be pretending.
It's really not life that I can't stand.
Do you think I like it,
Being rejected,
Neglected,
Used,
Left for someone else,
Left without an explanation,
Used as a rebound,
Being made a second choice and never the first?
Do you really think I like it?
I cry every night,
Curse the day I was born,
Curse the day I started thinking I'm inlove,
Curse you for hurting me,
Yet still wishing you the best I'm life.
It's not life that I can't stand,
It's just the bad people do.
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Poetry Is Therapy
PoésieI just recently started to share my work as a growing poetess and this will just have love poems ranging from heartbreak to happiness and a lot other poems about life. I'm not really a great writer and will purely appreciate your constructive critic...
