the world sucks sometimes, it hurts you sometimes.
The people you trusted, the ones you know – sometimes forget you even though you think about them.
the ones you know, you see the truth now, you can see their faces behind their masks, you feel their souls and their minds.
you are exposed to them – now you know,that they are still the ones they said they were, but know you know that they are more – its plain to see them each day as they are, as they portaray themselves each day to you – how much more you see from them – their flaws scream, their eyes are embarrased for knowing more than what they tell or feel. tight i see them, locked inside, away from others they don’t want them to know. the world is dying and i wonder why i keep trying?
who keeps me from dying, what is this that holds me while im on the edge of the cliff? Who listens to my thoughts when I’m holding these blades? Why doesn anyone will me to live?