I hate this world,
I hate my friends,
I hate my life,
But sunsets are pretty.
This beating heart,
Is in need of love,
Love is a difficult subject,
But sunsets are pretty.
Why is my breath shaking?
Is there something wrong with me?
I think there is something I need to fix,
But sunsets are pretty.
It's too hard to concentrate,
Why am I like this?
Nothing is done when I'm around,
But sunsets are pretty.
The world I live in,
It's too difficult to understand.
I hate it,
But sunsets are pretty.
I feel so light all of the sudden,
Stop these tears that are falling please?
So painful, it's my fault,
But nevertheless that sunset is quite pretty.
I think I'm dying,
Everything around me is fading.
I can't see a thing,
I just want to see my favourite sunset again.
I'm gone,
Dispersed.
Why are there so many people wearing mourning clothes?
Nothing here looks like what I'm looking for.
It's gone,
Where is it?
The only thing that makes me happy,
The sunset is gone.
I think I've understand now,
Nothing in this world lasts forever.
Nothing at all,
But sunsets are pretty.
Sunsets are always pretty.
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Was made when I tried poetry and now I have 0 comments (nice try tho)