The nights are long.
Quiet.
The days are hopeless.
Fake.
When will we stop asking?
When will we start understanding the meaning of our big but small lives?
All we get is more pain each day
More suffering and less reasons to stay.
Do they care if you still breath?
Will they wake you up from your eternal dream?
Our lives look sensless now,
But, will they always be?
Without thinking of our beloved ones,
But only thinking of ourselves we make them suffer.
Cry.
Are we afraid to live or are we afraid to die?
Living is for the strong.
Death is for the weak.
A silent melanholy takes over our souls.
So quiet and slow yet so scary and strong
Without cure or toughts.
Simply takes over without questions,
Without power.
Simply.
While we waste our time on things that don't matter,
While we spend so many days hoping that everything will be better.
But, will be?
Will we all wake up one day with no worries and an eternal smile on our faces?
When will we stop asking?
Please tell me what you think
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p.p
depressed your making me depressed its good though
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Very nice poem, I like it a lot.
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Wow. i like this a lot very strong poem.
Keep up the good work.
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Interesting questions you ask in this write. Some very wise statements too. Nice flow. All in all a nice write.
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