People will hurt you. Its just the way it is. People lie, steal, cheat.
They love but they hate.
Sometimes hate overpowers love and they make mistakes.
People are cruel, they learn to love you just so they can learn to break you.
They find your sensitive part inside of your heart, then cut it out and take it for themselves.
No matter how hard you try, a person can't be perfect.
I have learned in years of suffering that life isn't a field of flowers.
Its burned grass, with dead trees surrounding your bare feet.
Its you sitting on the edge of a mountain watching another's life pass by and you sit there staring.
Its sitting alone hearing muffled sounds like you've been submerged under water.
And as the water slowly drowns you, you gasp for one breath, but the crowd grows larger and they surround you till your dead.
Life isn't cherishable, it isn't magnificent.
Its dead dandelions and no rainbows.
Its black coffee and stale bread.
Its broken hearts and shattered dreams.
Life isn't love, its nothing more than a book without an ending.
Its worse than death.