My poem, my poem it's a poem about my poem.

Life happens
You can’t stop it
From doing what it does
I know you know this
So it’s hopeless
To try to change it up

[Chorus]
Cause when everyday
People die
People cry
People live
And they forgive
Life for what it does

"Why does everything bad
Always have to happen to them"

I wish I could’ve known them
So I could tell them that they’re worth it
But I didn’t know them
I wish I could’ve shown them
That every life is worth living
But I couldn’t show them

[Chorus]

But it’s hard to understand
Them and their emotions
And it’s hard to understand
Why this is happening to them
When will it get better for them
Or will it never
It’s never really made sense to me

Everyday people die
And people cry
So don’t make yourself die
And leave us to cry
Don’t bring your death upon yourself
Just let life bring you to the end

It was a dark stormy night on a rock and I was as cool as a fox in socks on block were there was a wood cutter eating a log in lego land of the box in the loch ness ****.

You want a happy memory
I'll tell you now there's no such thing
Maybe we should all just go...








*die