The world is filled with sadness.
It's not that hard to see.
Each day I awake,
Sadness is always presented before me.
Whether it be the weather outside,
Or the thoughts that leave us confined,
The world is filled with sadness,
And it's something no one can hide.
Yet everyone pretends like they haven't noticed,
That our world burns day after day,
While we go without a say,
Forced to live life out of focus,
From ourselves and who we want to be.
Peel away the burned flesh and tell me what you see,
A living hell that we all tried to leave,
But utterly failed and made into our own reality.
Now we live in this hell for all of eternity.
Forever sad.
Slowly going mad.
Suffering uncertainty.
While crying mercifully.
We ask for the chance to be forgiven,
Only to sin again purposely.
We live each day hopelessly,
Working a job not many of us want to do endlessly.
In search of what truly makes us happy,
But we find no happiness continuously.
So we look toward other things to provide happiness in the areas we cannot,
Forever progressing our own downfall,
That we've inevitably sought.
And though we may have fought,
We did not win.
Because we still live in a sad world,
Where happiness is pretend.
