Wanting to leave,
sometimes it's stronger
than trying to live.
I'm sick and tired to cry
for a dream I want to come true,
and if that means dying
I swear I would too.
Life is so hard sometimes,
I guess it doesn't always feel right,
but you can change it
if you try.
Work,
stand up
and fight,
maybe one day
it gets bright.
YOU ARE READING
To the river, to the rain | poems
PoesíaHeaven on Earth, it's real, it's her. // Poems collection about London. Don't claim as yours. If you want to share a poem, give me credits with a link to this collection or a link to my twitter/tumblr/site.
