Welcome to the real world,
where the wind pushes you off the edge.
In the air that’s where the massacres unfold;
When you hit the bottom,
and you start climbing back up,
the storm blows you right back down.
It sends you even deeper then you were before,
that’s where hell becomes reality.
Isn’t it fun to live in the world?
You can’t be yourself and
when you try so hard,
but one thing kicks all of it into the ground.
Where each day you are tested,
do you feel safe and sound?
You listen to the hurricane for answers,
but all it does is take your heart.
You are an individual, out of billions,
and we are all trying to do one thing:
once we pass, we want to leave a legacy,
something that defines us from the rest.
Yet, we are all the same greedy, power-hungry
animals who want to make money.
Welcome to the real world,
where hell will become your new life.
- Author: Aiden C. ( Offline)
- Published: December 7th, 2017 21:15
- Comment from author about the poem: When I finally got out of something depressing, after about a week later, I came home one day and everything came crashing down. I won't specify what happened, but I want people to know that they aren't alone. We all go through some struggle, some are just better at hiding it then others.
- Category: Sad
- Views: 28
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