"looking at every positive side of this world"

Ive gone through **** in the past
Ive learn from flaws
The reason is tomorrow
I live for now

Love is like a raindrop,
delicately formed by the vapors of time,
inherently achieving its perfect shape,
before gently falling through the atmosphere of life,
dispersing into oblivion as it hits the ground,
lost forever as though it was never there.

Watched bonded souls disappear
Brothers in arms drenched in blood
Getting harmed , getting hurt.
Being forgotten , being thrown.
Yet over & over again , he picked himself up & braved the sheets on the red line.
Promises built on hope,
She's running constantly in my mind
Only to found out there's a third bind

Lost in battles of love
My love for her was bulletproof
But she shot me right through the heart
In the dark now I reside
Where lives condones to what I've believed
Where fragments puzzled in cubes of despair
Where there's no air to breathe
Only living for the sake of living

Lonely and dying
A soldier lost in a battlefield.

My heart is a pin cushion.
Various people have stuck needles
into it; but that's its purpose.
That's the good part.

The bad part, you see,
is when the needles are taken out.
I no longer have a meaning,
and I no longer feel loved
or useful.

Because what is a pin cushion
without needles?
I've got the holes
where they once were,
but that is all I have.

My heart is a petty, scarred
little pin cushion.
And there aren't any needles in sight.

(d.d.b)

My heaven
is knowing you exist,
And that you once loved me.
My hell
is all that followed.