We live in a world so cruel
They only see your mistakes
You'll never know who's true
You're always surrounded with fakesSometimes you want to stop
To stop breathing and living
Where is the happiness?
It died by people lyingLies, cruelty, and madness
Why are there such things?
Maybe life would've been better
But war is what it bringsHow do we stop this?
This untuned and messy treble?
The sad thing is we can't
Some things are inevitableThere is no utopia
No such thing as perfect life
So we all end up raising our hands
Holding a pitchfork, a razor, a knifeWe want to escape this war zone
The only way is death
But is ending a life worth it?
Life is better that ending your breath¤ ¤ ¤
I don't know why but I love Utopia, even though it doesn't exist. ❤️
Z
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Treasured Memories (Poetry Book Number Three)
PoetryBOOK ONE: BOOK OF MEMORIES BOOK TWO: TREASURES