PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Friends, dropping like flies.

Lovers, dishonest, feeding me lies,

I know it aswell as the sea knows the sky

I want to get to a place, where I don't care why

And I can be happy, with who I am inside,

Why do I need something to live for, 

When everybody dies,

Why do I need someone to breath for,

When all my truths-

Are mine.