They say "life is a game" but rn.. I feel like I've already lost..
Lovely birds singing their tune
goes on for a while up until noon
~
I stare into the sky looking at the clouds above
doing all the precious things that I love
feeling the cold yet chilly breeze
it's not cold enough to make one freeze
~
I think to myself about the fun times I wish I had
Life was fucked up and now I feel bad
I know a change is bound to happen here or there
hasn't happened yet and I'm aware
~
when the change comes I'll be ready,
feet on the ground oh so steady
when the end comes near
I'll stand tall and face my fear.
..
For all those with a fucked life..
I'm telling you.. don't pick up that goddamn knife
If you did to make things better, you've only made it worse
look at it as a long lasting curse.
~
That's it and that's all, hope your day was better than mine
if that is the case then I guess I'm running out of time..
- Author: .kev0c. (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 23rd, 2024 10:16
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- Category: Reflection
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