A millions lies
A million fake smiles
A million disappointments
A million deaths a million frowns a million tears
These things should not exist
Now you sleep on this bed of nails, each nail piercing your luscious plump skin, as you produce this thick red liquid, you feel better, as if the evil is pouring out your body, each of those punctures are represented by each lie. A million nails digging into your body.
Life is too short to worry about such bullshit…….They say build a bridge get over it, well this would mean I need to hand build a never ending bridge as I live in this denial, hoping, praying that this isn’t real. You’re building this bridge for know reason, but you need to build it to stop you from doing anything, stupid. Then again…..she is the one that stops me. Beautiful, smart, elegant, the only person that makes me smile, the one that makes me have a good time, and I love her for it, but I don’t want to bring her down into this peril that I have be suddenly burdened with.
Now Death…….death isn’t apparent in this world we die. We get put into the ground in a box for people to have one special day, just to remember you. One day we’re people forget about their problems, forget about their lives and unite to one commemorating day. A funeral, why that day…..shouldn’t we unite everyday of our lives? Grasping each other just because we care for one another, why must we be, just full of hate. Why must we be portrayed in this life as loving creatures if we don’t illustrate this beautiful gift? They unite on this one day as you are in a wooden box lowed into the ground. Everyone unites in a morn for your return, alas you can’t, your cold body now feeds the ground and starts the cycle again, giving birth to a new life. Maybe this new life that you have create wont fuck it up as much as you did.
All in all………life………..death….it’s a never ending cycle that cannot be stopped……..
By Lloyd Betzel
To open your heart up to someone you are vulnerable, your guard is down, you are defenseless against rejection whilst unleashing your emotions to this person that you so dearly care about. They may not know how you truly feel, they may not understand the extent of which it drives you mad just seeing them with someone else. Every time you see his/her face you are constantly reminded of the laughing stock, the embarrassment you have become, The horror of being rejected by the person whom is dear to you, the person you live fore, the person you’d die for, the person you love.
Love is a word used loosely in today’s society, and it sickens me to think that people all over the world use the phrase “I love you” more than they say hello. There are over 3 billion people in the world and while your mind is fixated on one person for several months of year, you just don’t care about the world crumbling around you. All you care for is that moment you spend with the person you feel for, care for and love.
To say “I love you” the feelings must be sickening. Love does not exist with people you have been in a relationship for a week, THIS IS NOT LOVE, THIS IS BULLSHIT. the fact that people think that they love one another is not because the love is real, it’s because for that moment they are the centre of attention, for that moment they are cared for.
I propose a question to anyone who reads this, how often do you say i love you? how often do you mean it? how many people do you say it to?
