There were so many sacrifices,
so many lives taken,
so many lives given,
and yet we are ungrateful.
We want more happiness,
so we neglect what we have right now.
We become greedy for more,
for more and more of everything.
Why? Why can't our hearts be satisfied
with what we have?
Why do we need this and that?
and everything the rich have?
Can't we just live our lifethe way it is written to be lived?
Can't we, for once, ignore the evil
and turn to good?
Is it so hard for us?
Is it so hard that if you don't dream
you won't live?
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Forsaking My End
PoetryWords that are splashed with colors, sadness, tranquility, unreality, and expectations. Don't you sometimes feel lonely? As if no one understands you. As if you're drowning but there's no one to save you? If yes, then grab this collection of poems...
