I'm sorry to tell you,
That life isn't what you think,
It's not 9 p.m drinks,
And neighbor chitchats,
It's a 2 a.m thought,
Of future and suicide,
Of bills and notices,
Even fees and pains,
And maybe this is the truth,
That I'm sorry to tell you.
Sorry.
YOU ARE READING
Rainbow Sky ( A Collection )
PoetryDrabbles and poems of thoughts of people living under the rainbow sky. (c) PurpleMindedGirl
