Your world likes to crash down around you.
One minute, your a happy person,
The next,
You feel like your on the verge of death.
It hurts, this pain.
Drags you to a cliff, and tries to make you jump.
Its telling you that it wants to help.
But really,
It just wants to win you over.
It tells you things that happiness could never give you,
And makes you reconsider your whole out look on life.
In the end,
The choice is yours.
Live?
Or die for the hell of it.
Your world will always crash down around you,
But in the end,
Its your choice to either re-build it,
Or let it all slip away from the tip of your finger.
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A Reality Filled With Poems
PoetryNot really my best of works, but poems were never my thing. Read them if you please but be warned, they don't always flow properly or even make remote sense in my opinion.
