What is out there? What makes us? What makes us hate, love, lie, and die? Why do we do things that makes us sad, mad, and happy? Why are we so selfish that we delude ourselves into thinking we're "good" people? Why can't my questions be answered? And even if they are, why can't I trust those answers?
Why are we power-hungry, and greedy? What is the real difference between you, that African, that Asian, that Latino, that white person, me? We all bleed, we all hurt, we all love, we all die. So what's the real difference, really?
Why is there doubt? Why do we doubt the ones we are to trust? Why do we believe in the ones that are out to hurt us? Why are we here? Who or What created us?
Why do I see through all the lies told? Why do I see what no other sees? Why do I feel all the hurt of the world? Why does it feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulder's?
Why does it feel as if I lost the one I love, even through I've never loved? Why do I feel as if I have a gaping and bleeding wound in my heart, that only that person can heal? Why do I miss someone who I've never met? Who I've never seen, heard or felt?
What is out there, really? What made you, what made me? Was it a "God"? Was it "Gods"? Or was it something so simple as "science"?
About Me
- Faceless n Nameless
- Turn away and Leave, you are not needed for my Happiness. When you do I shall not cry, I shall make sure you know that I wish for happiness. Roses are Red Violets are Blue It's I against I and me against you. Violets are Blue Roses are Red Living like this We were already dead. Life waits for eternity. Death waits for nothing. They WILL come and when they do I will embrace them. My Tears are Black, My Scars are Red, My Vains are Blue, My Heart is Dead.
Captured
In a web of lies
Beautiful eyes
that look so sad