meaningless

Sometimes we, as humans do thing that we don’t want to. Things that tear us apart. The things we do “define” us, but that doesn’t mean that’s who we really are. Humans, they do things out of thought. Without consent, being comfortable, but it’s all unsought. People lie, they cry, and they die. The truth is nothing is perfect, nothing is the best. Yet sometimes I give up and I just wanna rest. Yet when I sleep, I never want to awake. And as i walk and live, I’m slowly dying from your venom you snake. People we love, they get hurt. But you stepped all over me, i still have the stains from the dirt. Don’t you wish you could stand up, or maybe just let go? Don’t lie i know you do, i don’t need to be told. Outside i am happy, and you think it’s true. But inside the flames are rising, burning, orange and blue. We want it to stop, as if it never existed. And we tell the honest truth, but we are too pessimistic. As the streams overflow, it causes the land great pain. Drop by drop, death will come when the stream drains. Sorry doesn’t always cut it, it’s just a godman word. Then they get torn apart, those two love birds. They shared so much love, as powerful as doves. Then the dagger went through her heart, and the vain had begun. Over and over, she didn’t know why. But it came to the point, she couldn’t look him in the eye. Eventually it reversed, and what she did was worse. She had so much remorse, and stole his heart like a white lady getting robbed for her purse. She never meant for it to happen, but it just won't end. Looking back at the memories, and the time they decided to spend. She wants him, more than anything. But the holes in her heart, they bleed from bee stings. She wants to be honest, and tell the world how she feels. But a peasant can’t stand up to a king, they must kneel. She doesn’t show him love, yet her only one is him. When they saw each other their eyes sparkled, now they’re just dim. The thoughts in her head, telling her to end her life. All aside the thoughts she had, of being his wife. Inside she’s destroyed, there’s an incomparable amount of pain. But then she thinks of him, how he is in vain. Despair, and sorrow, she is his downfall. But when she reaches out, will he answer the call? There is no excuse for committing such a crime. Stealing someone’s heart and breaking it over time. She can’t open but because he just doesn’t care… but outside the commotion, when she saw his face- he was suffering… she couldn’t help but stare.