When I was born in this world,
I recently question everything around me.
But I never question the Lord---
You know why the Lord created me.
Until I reached an age where my world start to change,
Where some people say I'm just a waste of space.
I easily believe things people say,
Like why did you exist or why are you even born?
But I was silent cause what can I say?
Should I shout, I wish I was never born?
Is that what they want to hear me say?
When their words already left me broken and torn.
Can't they see I'm hurting,
Can't they see I'm crying.
Are they blind or something?!
That they tend to keep ignoring my feelings.
I--- I can't....
I just can't..
It hurts me too much,
That I can't even bare with it.
It's like I'm being pulled down by gravity-- six feet under,
Even though I'm still hoping, grasping on someone.
A sister or a brother,
Or a friend that will pull me back up when gravity's too stronger.
I was hoping someone can hold me,
Anyone that can save me.
But such a cruel world it is along with reality,
Facing the truth that there's no one other than me.
And now as the world turns colder,
As I start getting older.
And while my eyes becomes dull,
I was nothing but a broken doll.
Questioning life,
Questioning my existence.
Of why does it hurt so bad,
That I'd rather die with my own hands....
Yeah, I'd rather die--- with my own hands....
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Can someone tell me, why is it worth it to live?
Why do people like me easily believe?
Why are people like them are so mean?
Why do I even bare to---
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TRY
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BELIEVE THEIR LIES
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KEEP ON LIVING
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WHY DO I EVEN BARE TO KEEP ON---
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.. existing?
Can someone tell me-- why?
Why do people hate me,
Why do people despise me,
Why don't they accept me,
Why can't I accept... me?
This question still lingers within me,
Yet the answer lies in me.
And now as I'm close to the sharp edge,
Making a decision if this is the end.
-Zudotakikurose
Guys I'm making some side poems? Is that a right term for it for my Existence chapter or poem that I last updated so hope you guys enjoy, Bye~~♡
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My Poems in LIFE
PoetryA poem, A poem about my life My life on this earth This earth that God made God made for us to live To live our lives to the fullest So we must cherish this Cherish this precious moments Precious moments where we-- Where we value each other Each oth...
