Writing this, through crying eyes,
annoyed with life and it’s lies,
Why does living (existing) have to hurt?
My pain threshold’s on ‘red alert’.
It sees you try, then knocks you back,
Like a nasty, ‘Stealth attack’.
Each time, I’m wounded more and more,
It leaves my soul bruised and sore.
Why is life, cruel to some?
While bullies have, a life of fun.
There is nothing fair, about trying to live,
especially if you’re one, of the few ‘who give’.