"futre" poems
Why does sleep, slap me in the face.
So I sing this to the world.
Diamonds are just possessions.
And do not mean nothing in this world.
Or the human race.
The futre is the kids.
Tell me I am wrong.
But those kids will take over some days.
And are the future.
Apr 8, 2012
Apr 8, 2012 at 6:34 PM UTC
And you think my life is so easy
You laugh at my stress and despair
But have you ever battled yourself
Have you ever hated yourself
Have you ever felt paralyzed by your the fear of failing
Paralyzed by the sadness within you
The fear of not doing anything with your life
THE FEAR OF THE UNWANTED FUTRE
The fear of being a waste of space
The fear of disappointing others
Becuase face it
You've stopped living for yourself
Why would you
You given up on you already
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 2:29 AM UTC