I wish this reality wasn't the truth
that instead life was less of a tragedy
and more of happy moments
composed of smiles and hopeful advances
to a life of less sadness
i wish i didn't have to live in this world of mine. a world of politics. violence. hate. sorrow. death. madness. hurt and pain.
why does life exist to be so cruel?
why does it damage our souls to the thresholds of breaking?
why do we go through so much?
why does the pain never go away?
why? why is the question. the question of this life.
-why
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You
Poetry"You"- meaning the you personally and You aside from me. This book talks about the You individually and going through times when you are your own light but, also when all you see and when all you feel is darkness. The You I dream about and need and...
