And as I start to scream, the world starts to cry the tears that should have been wept long ago. And we love harder than anyone ever could, but that would never be enough. And there is strength in the hope that is longed for of the hearts of all these broken people. Sometimes all you’ve got could never be enough for the person who needs it the most. And in the roar of the quietest people comes the hope of a million more days to come. The hate of an utterly horrible world comes out and stares you in the eyes. We look to the sky and hope that the beauty that is around us could be seen by all the world. But the sophistication of the rich is over powered by the loneliness of the poor and the feeling is in the absence of heart. And the love that comes from within is stabbed by a thousand bleeding knives. Open wounds long for the caring of someone’s gentile touch. And you look around but no one is there. Memories of a hurtful past haunt you as you long for much needed sleep. Years go by in a matter of days, but I don’t want to listen anymore. And you spend those days counting the hours that you're awake, and when the night covers the sky you find yourself wishing you were anywhere but where you are. It's a burden, you've been bearing in spite of all your prayers, as a light turns off inside your heart, you start to lose the hope you’ve been storing up for months. Sweet nothings echo in the darkness of your heart. Can you remember what it's like to feel? Search for me in blankets of loneliness, smothered in this lost cause, but we continue to search for answers. Another awkward silence, hanging on to something that isn’t there. You can go out of your mind trying to escape. And there is an indifferent attitude towards the suffering of others. There is a distance between you and the world that no one can fill. And the shatter of defenseless paper hearts is all that is heard now. Draped in red, I guess this is closure. And as for this face, it is best to be forgotten. Now, I saw the moon divorce the sky that night. This remedy is worse than the disease and it is slowly killing us all. We’d like to say everything is okay, but that would be far from the truth. And as we loved harder than anyone ever could the world ran out of tears as I started to lose my voice. Love is a simple four letter word with a much more complicated meaning. And our eyes start to close, because we’ve finally had enough of the bitterness that is brought to us by the suffering pain of reality. -written by me.
