Why is it, that each time someone thinks, they may love somebody?
It turns into something that everyone, even the one that you love decided they actually hate you.
I'm of course the one who thinks love is irrelevant.
It's just something that justifies how others can treat each other.
Even the child, may be subjected to mistreatment
All in the sake that they say they love you.
It's a load of crap
They tell the child to clean the house and do this and that.
When they get home
They may say they love you
But the yell and scream at you later because their life didn't turn out how they wanted it to be.
That's the thing, why is it that the ones they love most have to suffer because their stressing.
Or because their hurt.
It's not the child's fault or the mother's that your life sucked
Or that your failing a class.
If you want to take it out on somebody
Take it out on yourself
Your the idiot; it's your problem not others.
So, love what is it really?
Is it really what everyone says, or is it just a word to justify; what they do because they love you?
I for one am sick and tired of people justifying what they do; by saying one dang word
They'll say I love you one second and in the next they'll yell and scream or hurt you all in the sake of they love you.
Or even starve their own children or dress them up as a boy
All for the sake of love
So does love really make everything all right?
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Monday, February 4, 2013
true outlook
Head ringing
people screaming
No one wanting to help
the injured on the ground
left to rot by others
friends
family
leaving their loved ones behind
no one caring just leaving behind real people
living breathing people
but in their state they dont care
its them or us is thier outlook
not them and us
you commited a crime but u dont care its all the same
u are worried about yourself and not others
ask this
if you were hurt
on the ground
screaming for help
would u want them to help
or leave u behind to save themselves.
Its like this everyday
everyone sees trouble and runs
not wanting to help
those in danger
not even if it was a child
u may say you would
but we all know that is a lie
if it was u or a child would u actually save them
or would u leave because u wanted to live
i think that most people would leave that child
but their might be some people who would save that child
in exchange for theirs.
people screaming
No one wanting to help
the injured on the ground
left to rot by others
friends
family
leaving their loved ones behind
no one caring just leaving behind real people
living breathing people
but in their state they dont care
its them or us is thier outlook
not them and us
you commited a crime but u dont care its all the same
u are worried about yourself and not others
ask this
if you were hurt
on the ground
screaming for help
would u want them to help
or leave u behind to save themselves.
Its like this everyday
everyone sees trouble and runs
not wanting to help
those in danger
not even if it was a child
u may say you would
but we all know that is a lie
if it was u or a child would u actually save them
or would u leave because u wanted to live
i think that most people would leave that child
but their might be some people who would save that child
in exchange for theirs.
puppet
Life goes by
in a flash
Nothing changes
its like the rest
everyone is the same
Nothing different
just the same outlook
no one person different
everyone is like a puppet
being controlled by the same person
with the same ideals
and the same personality
we are empty
just like pinochio
wanting to be a real boy
we want the same
we want to be alive.
Instead of this emptiness we feel.
Instead we want to experience all things
instead of being controlled by the puppet master.
We want to rebel against the feeling of emptiness
we want the feeling
the feeling to be alive
not of being dead.
in a flash
Nothing changes
its like the rest
everyone is the same
Nothing different
just the same outlook
no one person different
everyone is like a puppet
being controlled by the same person
with the same ideals
and the same personality
we are empty
just like pinochio
wanting to be a real boy
we want the same
we want to be alive.
Instead of this emptiness we feel.
Instead we want to experience all things
instead of being controlled by the puppet master.
We want to rebel against the feeling of emptiness
we want the feeling
the feeling to be alive
not of being dead.
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