What happens when your reason for living is gone?
I ask why and I rationalize, all has been said and done.
Promises of forever don’t always last.
Like a burning wood that turns into ashes and soon turns into dust.
Sometimes I just wish that it wasn’t me getting hurt.
It brings me more pain, hoping that I wouldn’t burst.
Memories can sometimes be so sharp, they leave me bleeding.
What the hell! They’re just making my life so intriguing.
They say “life must go on” and during the day that’s precisely true.
But when the sun sets, life begins to halt, making me feel blue.
No one is happy all the time and some people feel as if they can never find happiness.
Like them, I think my entire life is devoted to nothing but pain, hurt and loneliness.
Life isn’t always perfect and certainly isn’t always fair.
Every day is a struggle and every breath is a fight for survival that I could not bear.
Faces hide as much as they reveal and things aren’t always what they seem.
But pretending will only be the way of my feelings not to be easily seen.
APRIL 12, 09
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