The World is Beautiful

Life doesn't always

Go the way we plan

It becomes dark and twisted

In anyway that it can

Our tears will never

Fail to fall

Once the cruelty of life

Reaches us all

A glint of light comes

From a sharp, brand new blade

Then a thought starts to form

But when your fear rises, it fades

You've never dreamt of death 

Yet your so scared of life

That you keep, but don't touch

That Swiss Army knife

So you get up and follow

The same routine everyday

Trying to push past

The obstacles in your way

But in the back of your head

Darkness grows more and more

You try to resist it

But it's too hard to ignore

So you pick up the knife

By the blade with your hand

Soon comes a puddle of blood

Where the red drops land

The world is beautiful

And yet so very cruel

Because the people in it

Had made you their fool

You are desperate now

To make your escape

But no matter how hard you try to cut

Your hands will only shake

Two paths open up

Which one will you choose?

Win by moving forward?

Or escape life and loose?

Author's Note

Thanks for reading comment if you enjoyed reading and please tell me if (from what you could figure out from the poem) which path would you choose if your life was like this? A little research game for me:)