WHILE I WAS BORED, I MADE A POEM

WHILE I WAS BORED, I MADE A POEM
by: joey amour

Ever since i was young, I already know pain
whether just a scratch or being hit by a bullet train
it's something that you feel and it won't easily go away
you can't avoid it, gotta bear it day by day.

You get to ask yourself, "Why am i given this kind of life?"
when you lose all hope and thinks of cutting yourself with a knife
you hate waking up, 'cause here goes again the cycle of torture
you feel like giving up 'cause there is nothing left to nurture.

If life is just gonna be this way, then i don't want it at all
I don't want anymore to rise, if only again, I get to fall
however i realize, like every winter follows a spring
I should learn to accept what tomorrow may bring

Just like scars, this feeling of pain will fade
we should not be stagnant and build some barricade
we just got to accept pain and deal with it as of the moment
and when everything is released, stand up, start fresh, and make a statement.
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