Cheated
Having a life doesnt matter,
It seems an awful like death.
Why does this seem so?
I walk through life,
Watching people pass me by.
Why does this seem so?
People come in and out of my life,
I just smile and wave goodbye.
Why does this seem so?
I have tape over my mouth,
I am suffocating, my throat closing off.
Why does this seem so?
Having a life doesnt matter,
It seems an awful like death.
Why does this seem so?
Copyright © Adrienne Theuret | Year Posted 2011
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