LIFE IS BULLSHIT
I do not know, how many times I've cursed
1 2 3 4 5 6 7? I totally lost of count
Expressing myself was worst
Then suddenly, I became a filled bottle that just burst
Building walls, so high to climb
Guarding my heart with stones in lined
And hands are across, I then stand
Preparing for threat that'd land.
I was prepared, but still shocked
Not clearly aware, it'll be someone I then loved
This deep feeling I have now felt
My heart then just started to melt.
"Life is really a shit
No, it's more like a bullshit."
It never stopped giving me heartaches
I do not know how to mend it and take.
It then left me wondering
Am I really existing?
Am I really living?
Or I'm just slowly dying.
This isn't the life I desired living
But rather a life that's punishing.
-Syrill 🖤
YOU ARE READING
An ink for words
PoetryI decided to just create a creative naration of what I'm feeling about someone or about what I feel towards the day. Not forcing you to read it but maybe you could relate 😊
