The idea, so simple. The execution, so hard. This path, this life, these feelings. With each hill I climb, that peak I reach with such power flowing through me. Then the lightning strikes, another hit another slip then the fall. My body is scratch, scared and broken. Cracks flowing like veins across my empty shell. With each fall there I lay, slowly falling apart. Slowly breaking down into nothing, and as I lay I look up. At the peak which I reached, with all my pain, with all my sorrow there I see it. What I conquered, what I faced, fought and beat. But, if I made it, why must I lay here in such pain? Here alone with my only company the shadow of what I almost had. This sorrow, this pain, a burden so heavy. So heavy it pulls me further, deeper down into this pit. Is this really life? A glimpse of happiness then to simple have it ripped away. Everything you once knew now a lie, no trust, no truth, no heart, nothing left to believe. Is his? Is this all that this world holds for us, the illusion of happiness and trust. The idea that another person could be completely honest; no lies, no angry, no sadness, no hidden motives. Just the truth. Seems now, today, its lost. The world is full of hurtful comments, comments because of your sex, your race, your religion. One hurtful, cruel, selfish world after another. Is this the world I now know?
