I feel numb every time I realize that this life is mine.
I stare at my surroundings unable to feel alive.
This person in the mirror is just a human being,
full of flaws and beauties.
She laughs,
She cries,
She loves,
She lies,
She breaths,
she dies.
Don’t you ever just wonder why were all here?
Yes I question God,
I question like many do.
But don’t you ever wonder where our mind goes after we all die?
All the thoughts in our heads,
All the wrongs we did,
All the times we shared,
I wonder if they’re still there.
I’m not a saint.
I’m more of a sinner,
I enjoy the wrongs that feel right,
But I still feel the pain at night.
Sometimes I talk to myself in my head.
I say “****. Is this real? Is this it? Is this the life that I will live?”
Life is an experience.
So many faces,
And So many races.
So many hearts,
But still so much hatred.
So much love,
Yet nobody can stand to be together for more than a second.
We all live and die for what?
We live to have it all taken away just as we start to figure it out.
Just when the going gets good,
bang
A shot,
boom
A grenade.
We all go some way.