I don't think we understand the true meaning of death
Or of life
Do we really know what it's like to breathe?
Do we know how if feels to be free when we are living so trapped?
Can we really see the sky when clouds of pollution and carless greed cover it up?
Is love a real feeling or just an illusion that we try to make our selfs believe we feel just so we don't have to live all alone?
Can we cover up pain in our eyes the same way we cover up scars on our legs and arms?
Can we lie to our selfs like we lie to the world?
can we simply say goodbye when we haven't even said hello?
Can we find out the meaning of pain when all that's in our bodies is numbness and the lost shattered pieces from our glass hearts?
