I don't know why I still bother writing here when I know it's kind of hopeless for me now. But I want to share a poem. A poem made just now. As I type.
Life
The way it has been
It's called "life".
You have seen what you have seen
Maybe you've even found yourself a wife.
Times change
As do we
A lot do range
From "us" to "me".
I hope you're happier
Even if it's not with me
I wish I could be stronger
So I, too, could also be happy.
We can't help it
This is what life is telling us.
"A piece of shit
Coming from a different ass."
Don't judge. This is the best I could do...
"A piece of shit coming from a different ass"
This phrase is so vague. This can literally mean anything!!!
I'll leave that phrase for you to find out what you'd like for it to mean.
YOU ARE READING
Matsuma's Diary
Non-FictionI am Matsuma (not my real name but my pen name and I decide to continue using that) and this is my diary. In this diary, it's filled with life lessons from my own personal experiences. This may sound quite boring but yeah, it really is boring if you...
