eighteen
the age we flourish
the age we grow
the age we become adults
or is it the age that tortures us?
the age that burns
the age that kills
the age we wish we never made it to
yet here we are
surviving, yet not thriving
not wishing, not dancing
not swimming and not living
our life ends here
why do we make it til this age?
just to be feeling this burning and sickening feelings of disappointment and emptiness
when is the end?
why shall I wait for this end?
I waited eighteen years
I can't wait any longer
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Poetrypoems. a way for one to express their emotions and feelings to release their pent-up anger and to put how they feel into words LIFE destructible awful and just horrible in life poems are needed, so those who have trouble expressing feelings or jus...
