Title: Life?
by Lizzie from Cambridgeshire | in writing, poetry
There's sometimes when I hurt, the pain is just too much
There are times I wish to blow it all away.
Life is a gift? Mine is more of a nightmare
I smile to look proud, happy, and alive
Inside the pain eats me, I am dying alone.
Life is a gift? An evil gift
A gift has no need to be pleasant
This gift we call life is killing us all.
When we say we are happy, it is only part truth
For that pain is still there deep inside.
People who claim life is wonderful lie,
Hurt still exists, how is that wonderful?
Always look on the Brightside?
The grass is always greener?
Life is what you make it,
With misery for good measure.
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