life

living,walking,and breathing each day,

i'm really trying so hard to just stop and be me,

i'm trying to ignore everything people say,

i'm trying not to think about being free,

but I can't help see things this way,

life is terrible as far as I can see.

 

A kid walked to school and nobody was nice to her,

she got picked on and bullied so much that oneday she gave up,

stuff life this always occur,

people think we should just deal with life stan up for ourselves an grow-up,

 

 

if anyone gave up then there chilren an grandchildren and so on won't be here,

the future past an oresent is harsh that is very clear,

the wol is full or darkness with so much hatrd caused mainly due to fear,

what if it's time to say bye to whatever future that may be lingering near

This poem is about: 
Our world

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