I can't turn the words into peices of beautiful poetry
Only an onslot of words that
at most can't read through the tears that pent up and
obscure my vision.
its never easy, life never is.
Its always a challenge,
where there is jo winner to be made....
its always a battle
that never will come to an end...
some people think they are using life as a play toy...
life is using us as its play toys
their life may be nice
and give them chances
oppertunjties to succeed.
may be cruel,
and may hurt them in The end
no one ever knows...
may even be bipolar in a way...
givibg them good times at one point
and in an instant
sadness takes hold
and drags them down under
into the cold
that will scar them
scar their soul
and very being
and give them pain
for the rest of their short time.
people think living life to 100 is a long time