Life's funny isn't it?
It gives you pictures of joy and all the things you could have
It just doesn't show you where else things could go
Hell on earth
That's where I am
Didn't they show you that in the brochure?
Oh, too bad
Well, when you're fucked up, that's where they put you
They don't nurture you
They don't feel sorry
They grab at the frayed edges of your sanity and rip it apart
Nothing's the same
Nothing's the way they said it would be
Mistakes are made
But life tells the greatest fib of all
Maybe, maybe not
It's not guaranteed
Not like your parents promise it will be when you're little
Then what's the point of that word?
Impossible is impossible
That's the sad truth
So life's good, yeah
But only until it's not
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The End Of The RoadPoetry
Poetry for the dead and dying. For the ones just done trying. Here's the words for you. It's a bloody dream come true. I can't promise it'll help you get through. But if your mind is dark It'll leave its mark It'll make your bleeding heart Just t...