Cruel Life - Poem by EMMA Funnell
Why is life so cruel,
I have done nothing wrong.
My life is coming to an end,
I'm afraid it won't be too long.
The end is closing in on me,
The reason I simply don't know.
But I'm glad to be rid of my life,
And I'm sure that it does show.
Life can treat me good,
But it mainly treats me bad.
All these things that keep happening to me,
Completely drives me mad.
I now will have to wait,
Til my life fades away.
And put up with this pain and anger,
That put me in dismay.
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