Pretending

Just a little poem I wrote, not the best flow but its just a simple thing

The pain of love lost will make you cry,
But the pain of life will make you die.
Beaten by the power of fear,
Stripped from you is your last tear,
The hope and joy forever lost,
Tomorrow you see the final cost.
But what is the point of searching for hope,
For in the end you will never cope.
The truth always hurts until you give,
The pain will die as you pretend to live

The End

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