At some point you stop asking,
What happened?
And ask what's wrong with me?
At some point you stop living,
You start surviving.
At some point you learn to fake a smile
Until you eventually give up
At some point your realize the you don't control your tears,
They control you.
At some point you can't tell the difference between an urge
And Boredom.
At some point you realize that you are dead.
It's just that your heart has yet to stop beating.
YOU ARE READING
Living Life
PoetryIt's just odd because I grew up thinking that people waited until they were 21 to drink. Couples waited until marriage to have sex and people didn't do drugs. I thought you would always end up marrying your soulmate. Your friends would always be you...
