Down these roads, I never know,
Where,
Why,
How,
I go.
Never seen the truth in me, God knows, that could never be.
Down these roads, looking at the sky, please answer me when I ask...
Why?
These words you say are music to my ears, but if only you could hear.... Me.
My mind obscured, my heart in pounds, everytime you come around.
If you could hear me, what would I say?
That's your own decision, but hey.
What is it I can do, to prove to you my heart is true?
I'm not asking you to remember.
I'm not asking you to forget.
I know the thrill, the inhance,
I'm just asking for,
A chance.
I don't think people understand that sometimes life, can suck mega balls.
So now I'm hoping people now that sometimes life is hard, and it'll either get harder, or better. But even if it gets harder, it'll always circle back to getting better.
Always, people think that "Holy shitwad life sucks, I'm screwed what do I do?" I'll tell you what to do, just keep pushing on through!
Even when the world turns its back on you, don't turn your back on the world. Then, you're just like everyone else, "they" win. Don't let them win, that cannot be the initial goal. Unless it is, in which case, all of this is a freaking waste of time.
SOOOOOOO I'm not
Venting: What's On My MInd by xXDarkwaltzXx, literature
Literature
Venting: What's On My MInd
As it may seem we could never overcome, we always do in the end.
Will it always feel that we have?
No.
Will it always feel like the right thing?
No.
Those are merely my answers, it's questions like those that are left up to our own interpretations, and views, and beliefs.
There are always the big things in life, what feel like hell on earth, or present day apocalypse, and although it seems like it'll never happen, maybe it won't for a while, but it all will reset, and go back to the way it were someday.
Then there are the little things, that are just a tiny string pulling at your mind, generally easy to forget.
Not always.
It's hard
"Is it true?"
She asks as she drifts away.
"Is this destiny? Or am I in the wrong?"
She asks as she wanders into the unknown depths of forvever.
"Have I lost the world? Or has the world lost me?"
She asks as she sinks inch by inch into the dreadful silence she once knew as home.
"Are our last words last of the beginning? Or first of the end?"
She asks as she falls to the ground, forgetting the world, leaving it behind.
"Why?"
She asks as she closes her eyes for the final time.
All her fault, no. It is only the fault of destiny that can explain. They are the reasons we have feelings, etched in our minds, but stoic to be released as c