It's just me and my wretched life;
I'm destined to live in strife.
Why is it always complicated?
It would all be okay,
Only if I hadn't waited;
Waited for people to get better,
Waiting for myself to get stronger.
It's just getting worse;
Stop! Stop now, please!
Hope is scarce,
Now that life is a disease.
I wanna cry,
But I'm laughing
At my fate.
You tried so hard to make it end,
But I didn't let you.
YOU ARE READING
Pen It Down
PoetryI'll be entertaining y'all while playing with words. Rest assured you won't leave without an impression. Sit back and enjoy!
