• Sometimes life has its weakness

    it gets you in your own game

    as it thrashes and throbs

    theres loss and no gain

    hatred and pain

    at the pit of your fame

    theres silence in your grave

    as you sob of loss

    never will you have any again

    you only wish for that thing

    many battles and quarrels dominate you

    they run there course

    make you brake

    only one stays



    i wrote this in spite of the way my family and i are going we keep losing the people we love they either die or walk out of are lives it makes me wonder why and if God is even real and why mean but everyone wonders that right at some point they will i have because its been my hole life its sad to think back and know that thats going to happen again because you don't know what you have done so you cannot really fix it my parents are the same way i think i get this pain from them i don't know but it always involves them