I want to be what you’re chasing

 What is the true purpose of life. 

We chase after materialistic things, they make us “happy”.

 But do they? 

 They say money can’t buy you happiness, is it true? 

 But if it’s true why do we still chase it ?

 Addiction? Or Maybe because we never had any.

 And if it’s a addiction why isn’t it being dealt with

Get one dollar change it to 10, on to 100, to 1,000 to 1,000,000 so on...

Sickening honestly

We get so caught up in the idea of being rich that we forget how to love

DAMN

 And the truth is I want to be with you, but I know I can’t have you 

 I’m not money I can’t buy your LOVE...

what’s  the point . 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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