Life Sucks Poem by B.M Lewis

Is it easier to pretend not to see?
To live as if everything is okay when you know it’s not?
“I’m fine, ” becomes my most spoken lie.
Can broken glass be fixed?
And used as it once was?
My entire life is crumbling.
Life is like a walk through the woods.
Every tree, every rock, every branch
Is a new surprise.
You stumble over the complicated obstacles
And occasionally you will fall.
They said that if you fall,
Stand back up and keep walking.
But what if it hurts too much to stand?
What if it’s easier to fall rather than climb up again?
I fall more than I ever stand.
They said if at first you don’t succeed,
Try, try again.
What if success becomes a foreign word?
What if trying harder makes it worse?
Failure is becoming something I’m used to.
I have fallen way too many times.
My entire soul is covered in scraped and bruises.
My heart bleeds for peace and mercy.
But no mercy comes
This is all there is to life
Nothing more
And certainly nothing less