Even though it all I managed to have a good time,
even in the end I still want happiness with them.
Even at the end of the damn day, I wished it was sometime else.
Why can't I just do something good?
Do something right?
Oh, but what, you have to wait for the world to stop spinning for that to happen.
You'll have to wait until they are 6 feet underground, and even then their ghost will still haunt your presence of knowing that you are not enough.
Knowing that every day, every God-given day was just another disappointment to them.
We can still make them proud, but we can still disappoint them in every way.
But the proudness they had of us won't come through during times of doubt.
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Writings of Strength and Sadness
Poetry/ˈpōətrē/ Poems of love, hate, and pain. Living through it all by writing. Poems of strength and sadness. Living through it all by trying. Warning; might be not suitable with the language, content, and figurative substances. It May not be suitab...
