I keep on asking a hundred times
No, rather a thousand times
Why can't we get everything we like?
Is it hard life to put a pike?
How ruthless is it for me to strike?
Where's equality I'm looking for?
Where's happiness I'm living for?
When all of my existence
isn't needed and countenance.
Tell me life is fair
And I won't give a piece of care!
I know nothing but change
Change that's not sage.
I give up pretending I'm okay
I'll stop smiling cause I know it'll be risky.
I hope I can just rest forever
Sleep inside a deathly box
A box they called coffin.
Even if I fight these odds
I still can't win against the gods.
Even if I cry a river of tears
Still it can't help take away these fears.
Everyone surrounded me aren't real
They'll just give pain that's hard to heal.
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Her Tears are Poetries
PoesiaPain changes someone's out-breathing. Instead of telling, she kept her pain through poetries. She let her tears into words as agonies bled blood in her soul.
