Jealousy is suicide. many people don't understand the concept of jealousy within the universe itself. Does jealousy exist? Or is it just a side effect of anger? Is that real? Father? Mother? Are you real? Oblivion? Anarchy? Does everything have a similarity? Do we exist or do we cease to exist? Do we put everything on hold because it's the only way we know? Do we understand the concept of reality of constant rhythm in repeat? Do we rise or fall? We will put the world before us because we are drawn to sex, god, and money? Do we let the world put a reminder in us that we will all disembark one day? Are we tired or are we just too awake? People make the sweat in the walls leak and pour into our soul. People let the sweat from anticipation and anti-depressants control their lives. People hold on to things they never had clutch on. People say "Jimy don't hit me, I love you" but do a constant battle within themselves of how they love the harmony of the hits. People are who we are. People make up the idea that marriage is a necessity and not a luxury. People let others in just to watch them tear them from inside out and give encouragements. People never see the right side of the way life was supposed to be. People like the thought of crashing down and hoping someone will help them up. People are addicted to lies, not to drugs. People are in love with words, not actions. People are abusing children, not alcohol. How do you abuse something not alive? People open doors for the poison pills, loaded guns and depressed teens. People don't recognize what they are doing.
