You've lost the fight.
Everything you've built back for, lost.
You feel tears in your eyes, cry, maybe you might.
But that doesn't matter to what everyone's cost
To keep you happy,
To keep you sane,
When they're but parts, and feeling scrappy,
You go about life, thinking that they were the one for you to gain.
You can't breathe, oh you can't breathe?
What about the ones who died, just to give you air?
You can't eat, but they give their teeth,
And you can't talk, you can't talk?
Life is hard, but you're told to suck it up,
Stutter more, legs are bruised, go on and continue to walk,
Wouldn't calling life easy just be enough?
Of course life's hard, or we'd all be living.
They gave their life for you, and you just wasted it.
What you've done is so very unforgiving.
You're a lowlife, got not place, is wonder anyone gives you a shit.
They fought, they tried,
Through the night, they were the jackal at your side.
And yet all you could do was run and hide.
On one side, Mr. Jekyll, smart but you cried.
So tell me Hyde,
Where were you on the night they nearly died?
But again, and again
Life is hard,
Your life's a pain,
That wall you've built keeps no guard.
Tell the truth,
Let the world see.
While you've got time, you're still in youth.
That that you was none other than me.
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Poems by Me
PoetryI write poems sometimes, and a lot of people seemed to like em, so why not put them on here? Won't post every so often, you've been warned. Some have swearing. (image my own art)
