A rough life is like drowning in your own tears.You gasp for air. As you gasp your lungs are slowly filled with water...Slowly you lose all hope. You seem dead for a while. Then you wake up and wish you were dead. You need help from everyone. They pity you. So the process again. You gasp, you die, you wake up. But eventually you learn not to gasp and you swim. You swim until you reach land. You swim until,one day, you are finally home. Safe and sound.
A Rough Life
April 22, 2012