The grass is green on the other side.
But you're not on that side.
We live in a world where nightmares are real and death is an everyday thing.
It's sad you could say, but it's true.
Where the monsters are our selves, and there is no way out.
Where even when we try to fight fate, we are always stuck.
A deep dark hole has swallowed us.
And the only way out is death.
Where suicide is a thing.
And grief is just a story to be told.
Where people are murdered, but no one seems to fucking care.
That's what this world is filled with.
Where giving up is an option.
An ugly world, filled with ugly people.
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Mindful poems
PoetrySo, I don't usually write anymore. But sometimes I do get in my feelings and write something that ends up going here. So enjoy and please if you ever feel down and like this talk to someone don't be like me and keep it all in.
