Lifesucks

write off on facebook. edited to make the poem. Hope you enjoy it.

Fake smiles and laughs,

Real tears,

My only real nightmare is reality....

Fake tears and real smiles make reality seem almost convincing,

Making people happy,

While I live in a dark hole called life...

Making people understand,

While i try to live happily,

Its like inside im screaming..

As if being myself isnt enough for some ppl,

But I'm faking myself,

While I'm making them happy,

I'm left trapped in my unhappiness,

By being unhappy you tend to lose yourself in your own emotions,

Think that the only way to escape is death but truly death,

It's not the answer happnies is..

What if   hapiness is no longer possible,

What if your normal self has drowned inside of your own tears,

Hppiness is possible,

Only when you decide you want to dry your tears,

And  save yourself from being lost in this unforgiving world,

Sometimes once your lost you cant be found,

And thats what happens in this world,

We live and we die,

Just like our dreams and emotions,

But when you are lost,

You can be found and saved,

Your emotions can change,

So can your dreams..

Nothing stays the same,

Life changes and so do people ...

Some people cant change though,

People with no control,

Its like a broken heart with no one in this world to fix it...

But the one they truley love..

Sometimes ppl die....

People are gone

Sometimes there is no one to turn to...

No one to trust...

But that one person you tell everything to...

The one person thats been there for you through it all..

People come and go...

Some friends...

The ones  you really trust...

Leave for no reason,

Nothing we can do or say to stop them,

Thats when you move on and move foward with life...

like trying a new food for the first time,

Its difficult but when you try it its good...

Sometimes to find that one person

Or overcome that one fear,

You must fight things that isnt worth going through 

Then when they end up dissapointing u...

Who then?....

 No one...

The fear of a new begining is far more lonely then the fear of the end?

Who knew.....

Author's Note

This poem was like a write off so there might be mistakes and might not make sense to some people.