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Cruel World

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When I was five, I'd look up at the sky
to wish on the first star I saw every night.

My sister was never cured.

When I was eighteen, I used to ask,
Why do bad things happen to good people?

Now I find myself thinking,
Why do good things happen to bad people?

This isn't a half empty, half full thing,
because no matter what, 
the glass is never complete.
Life is incomplete. 

It's half-baked, medium-rare, half full and yet half empty.
It's shit and it treats us like such.

I want to rip apart my pillows and toss them in the air,
watch feathers fall gracefully under the heavy gravity of this defective world,
because that's how it must look when we're falling.

That's what life does -- it pulls us down,
makes us struggle to stay afloat in a viscous sea.

So if you lose the will to fight against it,
just know that I'll be at the bottom,
to catch you before you break like I did,
when the my world fell. 
dedicated to literally all my friends who had crappy weeks and one friend in particular who has honestly been through more than you could probably imagine and has stayed strong throughout it all. She's a role model for my in particular and just a loving person who deserves the best. 

And if the world isn't going to be nice to people, then I just wanna do my best to try and treat people as best I can granted they don't abuse that kindness. You know, saying something nice to someone can really go a long way. I hope people treat you as well as you treat them because you're all incredibly amazing people.

Thank you so much for reading and wishing you all a great day/night! :)

Written for NaPoWriMo , April 2nd

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PopPrincess1245's avatar
*gives giant hug* 
this poem is so beautiful and really sad! I love how you just speak the truth in your poems