Showing sad poems for tag "Survival."

Quiet

Deviline

I Let the first real tear fall
For all I've lost 
For all I've found
For all I couldn't lose now but fear I would 
I cry for me 
For everything that isn't what it seems
For everyone that isn't what they should be or what they appear to be 
For not always getting to choose who we give our time to.
Is it crazy if I say 98 percent of people I've met are judgemental assholes 
hiding behind good deeds and fake smiles?
Is it crazy if I say I expect nothing from this godless world 
that's ripped me apart at every fvcking turn?
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