How tragic can be life
Thinking and talking about suicide
Just in the edge of our sad eyes
A tear is falling down, tired of the frustrated tries
And how broke can be our aim
Living depressed of saving fates
Just one cut can be enough
To end this hell and delete this chains.
But we’re not the falling angels
And we don’t need to go to heaven
As we collapse we can stand up
And keep fighting for the crashing of a few cups.
Wanting a rainbow without a storm
Wanting feel full without crying alone
You can’t say the true before to say a lie
And you can’t be happy without the emty condition sometimes.
So don’t think that you’re fucked up
Cause we all feel the same
And cause we’re always chasing something
And that something is the liveliness and not the pain.
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nice poem. i wish i could rhyme, i’ve actually never attempted to write poetry tho.