Nothing is left
Nothing to do
Everything I know
is a lie
The road is long
And sometimes
It feels like there
Are no real friends
anymore
For anyone
It seems like
Everyone
Is pretending
To like people
And everyone seems
To not care anymore
Dose anyone
Care about what
Is real anymore
Nothing to do
Everything I know
is a lie
The road is long
And sometimes
It feels like there
Are no real friends
anymore
For anyone
It seems like
Everyone
Is pretending
To like people
And everyone seems
To not care anymore
Dose anyone
Care about what
Is real anymore
This is more about what I've seen rather what I feel like.
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2 comments:
Keep writing; you are doing well.
Good poem. I guess you could say I kind of relate to this poem. But, I am not going to say why!
Keep up the good work!
Love ya lots....
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