people only start to live
when they believe
they are about to die.
if they only have a day left,
who cares if that boy
says he doesn't like you back?
who cares if you go wild
in the club with all you friends?
who cares if the police catch you
with a bag full of drugs?
you're dying anyway.
let me tell you something:
live every day this way.
your life is not over
if a pretty boy doesn't like you
or you drink too much at a party
or you do something you shouldn't
it is just beginning.
embrace it.
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poetry♡ a poem compilation ♡ "maybe someday, these pain-filled words will compensate for this endless suffering."
