Just Existing

We still sleep with the nightmares

Hoping to dream of some place,

Some place where someone cares,

Some place where we aren't in a race,

To please others out of our spares.

Here we hide our pain,

Always cry out,

But always in the pillows, sure in vain.

When you get to understand what it's about,

It could drive you insane.

Some are living a lie,

Others lie to live,

Some are living to die,

Others dying to live.

In the end

We just end up existing,

Like bad herbs, just persisting.

Poet's artistic name: Yugure