Life is not what it seems,
Full of tragic events ,struggles and broken teams.
We give our all but it’s never enough , tears, happiness but there is never love.
We tell our selves that we will be okay , but in reality where like ashes in the air flying away.
Why do we question our selfs and think of more?
I\'m not sure but id love to know. Its such a bore, Why cant we say no .
I don\'t know where to leave this poem , it’s not the best but I’m just towing .