Thoughts

Sometimes i wonder if i was born to be a scapegoat of love

Someone always has to get hurt for another to be happy

That’s how the world is

We are selfish people

We are the creators of sadness and hurt

We can inflict it upon our selves or others

Sometimes with no gilt

But other times with heartache

We are born into this

And there’s no escape

I know i can’t

Everytime your soul breaks

It becomes harder to mend

But when it does It becomes stronger then ever

As time passes so will your pain

And love begins to faid

As hatred takes over

And you try to fight

But you’ve become weak from all the memories that dwells within you

Memories you’ll never forget for as long as you live

Even beyond Death

Then fear hits you

Then you must let go

Because Fear is Uncomfort

It becomes something that cannot be

Then you relies that

The people you love are the people you fear the most

But that’s ok because without frear there is no reason to live.