What classifies right and wrong? Justice and injustice? There is no such thing as either. We made it exist. Somehow subjective thinking turned into objective rules.
Why isn't it okay to hate your life? To carry on in mindless routine grasping onto the little hope you retain that tomorrow will somehow be a brighter day? Why isn't it okay to hate someone else's life? To wish away their presence through various forms of torture hoping that they never see that brighter day? Let people throw their bleeding heart on a tray and allow it to thrive on false pretenses. Let people destroy life where they see no reason for it's existence. Let people cause extreme suffering where compassion was lost. Whether they do it to themselves or to others, let people be.
I am alone and afraid.
I wonder if it's really worth it to risk everything for someone you love.
I hear my higher consciousness, allowing me to take a step back and breathe.
I see blue skies and open fields.
I want to see beyond that.
I am alone and afraid.
I pretend that death doesn't phase me, love is easy, and no obstacle is too extreme.
I feel that I don't have enough power.
I touch the sky and it turns to gray.
I worry that it's all my fault.
I cry because I can't escape this realm of being.
I am alone and afraid.
I understand sometimes the sky is dark.
I say that night will unfold, storms with gather, and the sun will shine again.
I dream of what's beyond the clouds.
I try to see the stars.
I hope that they will welcome me.
I am alone and afraid.
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