Who said life was easy?
It was a breeze through?
It was amazing?
Well, it’s not.
Life can suck most of the time.
It can kick you in the butt and be like, “hey! Suffer!”
Sometimes, I believe my life is all about hurt, pain, hate and dreams.
I am anti-social mostly because I choose to be
And because I’m…scared.
I’m scared of being hurt by people I call my posse or friends.
I’m scared of trusting people - I don’t even really trust anyone now.
I’m scared of being back-stabbed
And I’m scares of the influences, pressure and drama.
I don’t want to live up to anyone’s expectations, but mine
Friends are… people who one day are so close and chatty with you
Then the next day, become ignorant, douche bags.
People who drive you to think you’re crazy with their stupid mind-raving pantomimes.
Sometimes, I just want my friend to be me.
(Note that a best friend would stick with you through thick and thin, you may fight sometimes, but a best friend never leaves you, never acts like a jerk towards you, or makes you feel crazy. A bff is a gift to you. One of the best gifts ever.)
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Just Life
PoetryLife. The things we go through The thoughts that go through our heads The hurt, The pain, The laughter, The tears, and The smiles. It's just life. It's just every single day. What somebody goes through. What another does. It's... ...Just Life
