My feelings when some drama happened in my life with an ex and some backstabbing friends.
How is it that I feel so alone in tis world
My hatred of life sparked at the evils been hurled
In my life. It seems happiness has met
Its enemy, but forced partner here.
I have so many friends, but still live in fear
And paranioa, because nothing is forever.
Everyone and everything comes together
Just to be snapped in two, and for us to drown in our tears.
I feel like a hypocrite, to think happiness was here
To stay, when I know that the bad
Overcomes the good, when darkness had
swallowed and choked the life in me.
All things die, and I don't know why it has to be.
Why do I always need to cover all
Of my sadness, when I know I'm going to fall?
Why does it feel as if no one can help me?