There's something i don't understand
why people are this bad ?
Why everybody is so mad and trying to make me sad ?
Why can't we all just be friends ?
Untill the time ends and the peace blends
with our soules and our actions commands
why would you care if i'm poor week or simply black ?
and why to me you turn your back ?
even thow of love i never lack.
Why would you neglet me cause i'm young ?
is it because you think that to you i don't among ?
or simply you like making my misery days so long ?
Why would you say that you love me ?
and tomorrow so far away you throw me ?
is it because you like hurting me ?
Or you think that my feelings are comedy ?
Why do you enjoy hurting people so much ?
do you use it like a crutch ?
because you know that hapiness you'll never touch ?
well let me tell you somthing useful...
In life you should always be to yourself truthful
and belive me that's not lethal...

© Sùkeey

The voice spoke with gentle whispers
"Hello young man"
"Who are you? Why do you speak to me?"
"You seemed unwell, and alone"
"I'm quite fine on my own, I like it well enough"
"No, it makes you sad, and you can't possibly like that, could you?"
"Why? Whats it to you?"
"I want what is best for you, you have to thrive. So tell me what is it that bothers you?
And why are you awake at this time? It is almost five in the morning!"
I pause, staring through the air, a decade of suffering and neglet swarming through my mind.
"Oh, I see..."
A quiet, solemn collapses washes through the voice.
Silence falls on us for a while before the voice chirps again, a fleetingly naive tone.
"Well, perhaps you could try improve things, surely you could make it better?"
"Yes, perhaps you are right, I could try"
Once again silence falls.
I long to hear the voice once more.
But it does not come.
And I never try.