The game of life is a torturous one,
Being played by everyone,
Some might even call it fun,
And when you die the game is done.
The game of life being played in fear,
By each and everyone near,
Some might shed more than a tear,
And when you die you disappear.
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Depressing poetry for lost souls
PoesiaThis is a collection of my own original poems, most are depressing or dark. Most have hidden meaning. Hope you like if not, then who cares, this is how a depressed person vents.
