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May 2019
Living a life of torment.
This kind of life makes me sick.
I guess I’ve been through too much because I still don’t understand how people turn out like this.
People filled with hate, and I can never escape.
Will I ever get of this page?
The amount of greed and lies are making this seem like a maze.
So why do people follow their ego?
It only makes you blinded by evil.
What happened to intution?
I don’t know what’s going on this feels like a death mission.
So what will happen at the intermission?
Will it be my demise? Because I know I’ve never had enough time.
But I feel like I’ll never be me again because my mind heart and soul are somewhere lost in this life.
Jade Lima
Written by
Jade Lima  Newmarket, Ontario
(Newmarket, Ontario)   
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