lose, lost, losses.
that's just what happens anyway, ain't it?

people gain,
but lose more than they gained at the same time;
then they look back,
and suddenly want the thing that they lost,
whatever they gained suddenly insignificant.
but after a long time,
the feeling just sorta fades away,
and maybe one day they'll look back,
and emo over their losses.

and the cycle goes on and on,
until one day,
you realise you've lost too much,
and decide that you've got to do better:
to gain, but not lose.

but it's too late,
you look around you,
and see that everyone's gone:
amidst all the gains,
you've lost all your friends,
you've lost faith,
you've lose hope,
and you lost yourself.





lose, lost, losses:
are you going to change before it's too late?



// for readers of timo~ also,
i know i've posted this there as well,
but this poem/prose thingy seems to fit more here,
so yea, ty for reading it twice(: