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.
sometimes?
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.