If it were up to me, I'd prefer to die than keep living in this hell.
But then again, isn't it my choice?
If I really wanted to die, then I'd already be six feet under, hiding from a world full of lies.
A world of pain that smiles at my disdain.
A world of dishonesty and inequality
A world of tears that increases along with the years.
A world that exist and excels with beauty, but shows it's boarders a side that could only be considered ugly.
Then if such a world really exists, why am I living on it?
Why do I still coexist with people who sometimes too wonder 'why am I still alive in such a horror?'
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Poems From The Heart
PoesíaPoems molded from the emotions that taints the heart, the words I've garnered from my thoughts and the beauty that lives in my past. ©Copyright2020 All poems in this book were written by me @fujoshiiiiiiiiiii. Therefore, no part of this book should...
