Killing myself to live
I look around as I walk the streets and wonder why we keep going. Nothing ever changes in this hell we call life, we just go about with the hard ships and hope things get better. You slave away at a job you hate just to pay for the few things in this life that bring you almost joy, but dont kid yourself. you just toil away at nothingness, hoping something good comes out of your blood sweet and tears but in the end your left with nothing, nothing but a cold emptiness deep inside you that can not be filled, all you can do is become numb to disappointment and with it, everything else. the fey joys here in life have long been drained away by your own greed and petty hate failing to see that the person your fighting is a reflection of your own soul just twisted and formed a little differently, but no. humans have all but destroyed this world do to there greed for more. well was it worth it? was your timeless effort to make life easer been worth killing all forms of joy and happiness to the point of feeling nothing. even the so called feeling of love has dissipated, now nothing more then a tool and marketing term used to sell you candy and stones wile your fellow man dies. well, was it worth it?
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