I've never been happy with my life
Maybe for a little.
But it always comes to an end.
Everything is wrong,
And I am a part of it.
Wrong for me,
Is the norm of life
Every thing I do,
A sentence of a word.
Becomes a part of me.
YOU ARE READING
My Own Kind Of Poetry
Poetrywords scrunched up in sentences that makes only sense to me. cause no one understands.
