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Bittersweet
Life is bittersweet.
The memories may have taken shape,
But the pain still lingers on the heart,
Wrapping it up in a cold blanket.
The use of life, today, is questionable.
The warmth of memories is a
Pitiful excuse for a substitute of
Life's bitter-cold reality.
Time to stop living in a
Plastic, shallow world.
Pain is not being dumped,
Pain is
Death,
Greed, and jealousy.
Pain is
When no one cares.
Scratch the surface of life,
Take a taste of its
Bittersweet tragedies,
Take a taste of reality.
The warmth of memories is a
Pitiful excuse for a substitute of
Life's bitter-cold reality.
Pain is not being dumped,
Pain is
No when no one cares.
These two lines stood out among the rest, but neither of them are really encompassing enough to be the main point of the poem. I think everything needs a strong main point. And that is the only thing that this lacks. I like this part of your style more than the other.