I left feeling alone,
and now that I'm here I am lonelier
that I've ever been.
It's sad, right?
How can one never see the light.
But in the end pain will explain,
what words never made.
No wonder we decide suicide,
no one ever make us pride.
Kindness is strongly mistaken for weakness,
in a world were love is frequently mistaken for
forgiveness.
Excuse me if I am being too blunt,
but in this world we are consider naive,
people who don't express their feelings correctly are always
the one I fear the most.