Life can be...Sometimes it is hard to live life.But we make it hard on ourselves because of how we make life overwhelm us to much.We are the ones who suppose to be in control of our own perspectives.Not no-one else.
My Last and Final Offer To Give. (Please Read Ok!)I am terribly sorry for this.I didn't want to speak this, but I must.My last one is here.I am so sorry everyone.If the majority of you people even have an sympathy for me.I mean come on don't you think people have had enough of trying hard and they are barley getting no where.If this isn't getting me anywhere in reality.My needs for this is are invisible to mankind sights.Y'all sights are on totally different subjects that are on anything good in minds.Is it something wrong with me.Am I a bad writer, a bad artist...WHAT! because I am getting sick of be isolated so much that I am tempted to get writing these kinds of poems.My poems should be more of happiness, but the small pain inside of me is suffering kind of badly.And I cannot stand forward and keep taking this pressure any longer than it is now.If no one is bothered by me, then I am gone. My art is gone. My... I don't know. Just gone for good. Nothing left in me for me to say. Because I have used every little word to d
Why must he leave?The pain hurts.To see one of my loyal friends leave me without a goodbye.I understand the predicaments you are facing, because I know how it feels to go through the,.I did not know your full story.Only if had stayed you could of told me more of your incredible stories.But it was to late to be true.Bye friend. Forever