Fight

Mac Miller’s death has me in a thought of uncertainty
Is the world really this cruel or are the demons that lie within us have become underestimated and obtained the power to take our own life?
They say love was at fault but I thought love was a blessing not a curse?
Now I sit here wondering if I’m ready for love or if I can handle the consequences
Or will I be able to handle love but not the world and the obstacles it surrounds me with
24 and alive so I guess I’m doing okay so far but that can all change within an instance
Time can heal but it can also destroy anything in its path
And sadly for us all time will cease to exist when the reapers lays a kiss on our heads
I just sit here and wonder what the world is really like because this can’t be it
Or perhaps everyone lives in a different world
I’m a visitor in yours while you’re a visitor in mine
But maybe I’ll find someone who’ll make me feel at home in thier realm of reality
If I can handle the pressure that is...
This world is fucked but it’s beautiful and I love it