It's easy to die,
It's easy to cry,
Its hard to try,
Not to die.
Dying is easy,
Living is harder.
Every breath is a battle,
Every thought is a war,
And Im not sure I'm winning anymore.
Behind my smile is a broken heart,
Behind my laugh I'm falling apart.
Behind my eyes are tears at night,
Behind my body is a soul trying to fight,
And I don't think I'm winning anymore.
So much loss in a soul full of despair,
So little vict'ry in a smile trying to care.
And I'm not winning anymore.

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My Poems
PoetryJust a bunch of my poems. Most of them are pretty depressing. Sorry.