We are born to die.
Have you ever thought about it?
From the moment we're born, we're dying.
What's the point of it all?
We go through all the drama in high school just to die.
We go through tons of heart ache just to die.
We build an empire just to die.
None of us no when but we all know it's going to happen at some point.
What's the point?

Someday I'd like to be the poem and not the poet.
Someday I'd like to be fought for instead of the fighter.
Someday I'd like to be loved and not the lover.
Someday I'd like to be dreamed about instead of the dreamer.
Someday...
Will that day ever come?
Does a Someday even exist...

I look at you but you don't see me.
Your eyes are one of the most dazzling things I have ever seen.
They change color depending on how you feel.
Blue for when you're happy.
Grey for when you're upset.
You turn and look at me.
Are you looking at my eyes too?

Why does this happen?
Why do I have to be the one to fight when no one else will?
Why do I have to get hurt when no one else does?
Why do I have to be the one who is weak when everyone is strong?
Why do you choose them and not me....