Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Life is just a series of rooms You spend time in full of all the people You shot grams or smoked a dime with. Full of all the people You laid next to to rest your head. Full of all the people Who would end up dead. Life is just a series of questions You gotta answer to. Like how did God decide On All the people He gave cancer to? Why some things you never had Will be the best you'll never have? Why all the good things in life Gotta Hurt so bad? Rooms full of questions in my head.
0
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 12:36 AM UTC
Life
Life is just a series of rooms You spend time in full of all the people You shot grams or smoked a dime with. Full of all the people You laid next to to rest your head. Full of all the people Who would end up dead. Life is just a series of questions You gotta answer to. Like how did God decide On All the people He gave cancer to? Why some things you never had Will be the best you'll never have? Why all the good things in life Gotta Hurt so bad? Rooms full of questions in my head.
Olivertwist
Written by
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 12:36 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem