Why.

Is is impossible to happen
Or is the world just too cruel

Do warnings slides by
Is my hope far too high

For this damaged world
To rewind

And if we can live the way we were
Be not blind

Terrorism. Drugs. Brutal wars- and lies sweet as honey
******, ****, kidnap, robbery, and greedy thrives for money.
Pollution to our precious Earth that was given to us. And evil roaming.

Why.

I must be pure. I don't understand the evil in human hearts and hands splattered with blood.

I've always wanted a place of pure and good. Is it just that hard? To not pick the fruit out of Garden of Eve?

Respect. Obey. I guess we, the humans, were terrible at that.
A one simple command. But we can't obey it.

But it's not our fault. We were built like that.

Still.... I just wish the world was a happy place...

With no war

With no despair

With no cries

With no ******

With no wailing of mother

With no homeless

With no pollution

With no divorce

With no evil...

Hey. Don't judge. It's just my hope for the world.

when all i see is my darkness
pitch black and uninviting,
you see shining stars,
and moon-lit clouds with
silver linings.

I don't know how I got up this morning
How I kept my eyes forced opened
Everyday it seems to get harder
I ask why
But I never find the answer

Why is it so hard for me to get up and live?
Is it because I forgot my dreams?
Do I wish to find them again when I sleep?
And relive them again and again
Creating new endings and possibilities

Have my eyes grown tired of watching the world day by day?
Has my schedule of everyday life become boring to my heart?
Is that why I can only take so much old that I want something new?

Have I lost all faith in me?
Is that the reason that I sleep
So that just maybe I could not see
The way I seem to ruin everything

Is my heart just way to weary?
Has it heard way to much?
Dose it remember my mothers words?
Worthless, useless, and dumb?

Why is it that I cannot wake?

I find my smile with the lights turned off...
Where I don't have to pretend to love what I don't
With strangers in my mouth
That taste like nothing;
They fill dimmed rooms
To hide painted-on faces,
And they fill their bodies with spirits
Until they forget their own names...
and slowly the darkness begins to fade:
The walls unravel and there they are left
With their colors bleeding out into the
Unrest they succumb to...
they find their smiles with the lights turned off.