DaysA Poem by Death
Things are constantly changing,
and life moves on. For some of us that is... Some of us get stuck in the past, as if stuck in a nightmare. Always wishing it were over so they can move on. But it never changes. The same day, over and over and over again. Wishing for a new day, wishing for something different. Something other than the same thoughts, the same people, the same lies, the same life. I want to live outside of the box, not inside this box filled with nightmares.
© 2013 Death |
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