The things that you feel,
The things that you don't.
The people that you love,
The people you won't.
The things you've seen,
The things you can't.
When you're dead,
Nothing is the same.
You get no fortune, no fame,
Save for the day,
They lay you to rest.
Life just straight up sucks,
It's the ultimate test.
One that you can never pass,
No matter how hard you try.
You will always die,
And that's that.
The things you can't feel,
The people that you can't love,
The things you can't see,
Are infinite when you're dead.
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Things I Know
PoetryThis is a book of poems that I wrote when I was going through a pretty damn tough time, and I showed them to a friend of mine and she said that they were really good. She told me that I should make a book and so I did. I don't think that they are th...
