My night started off amazing,
I could touch the stars,
I felt okay to laugh,
but when i stand up,
when I saw I don't want something in my house,
I'm the self bitch,
You thorough out words,
thee done that night that I shouldn't of,
then topping it of with guilt,
You took away my happiness,
you striped me of it,
Those beautiful stars I saw,
Those laughs and colors you showed me,
Are hidden within my walls,
all I can see now is my pain,
my scars,
why the fuck do I deal with this shit,
I'm so done with the people in this world,
I'm so done with life

YOU ARE READING
The Struggles in Life
PoetryMy book is full of my thoughts. There is some positive in here you just have to find it. But this book is my thought, my feelings, my rants