Dying is easy, it's living that's hard.
Sorrow and suffering is your daily reward.
You keep trying and trying to give your best.
They say that our lives is like a test.
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But it's different, it's like I'm chasing air.
Happiness kept running away so I met despair.
A good life is only for those who can afford to buy
what they want. Otherwise, they's rather just die.
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Ah how I envy those who can get what they don't deserve.
I hate this anxious feeling every time I observe
Their rosy lives overflowing with wealth and pleasure.
I used to be like them, I had a bright future.
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Dear God, I wish I didn't have dreams, really.
It hurts me because they're not my reality.
I'm getting older and I'm still afraid of what lies ahead.
Please help me stop thinking I'm better off dead.
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Everyday I wake up tired, sad or angry.
My mind has a lot of time to think and worry
But I'm so sorry I keep looking past the daily blessings I receive
I pray that someday, content is what I'll achieve.
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Copyright Star Ashley Cruz
September 6, 2018
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R.I.P. (Radical. Immortal. Poetry.)
PoesíaI live and I will die but my words soar high written in skies of paper, allowed me to live forever. - Snippets of my soul in a piece of paper. R.I.P. originally stands for "Rest in peace." Coincidentally, I find that peace upon writing poetry and p...
