Where's the love at?
All I see is hate,
Never love,
Is it fate,
Where we heading?
We're fending towards a negative world.
Where's the positivity at?
We degrade,
Medicate and reciprocate from ourselves.
This is old and exhausting,
Everlasting pain,
We close our eyes afraid.
This generation is weak,
It's almost pitiful,
We extract ourselves away from problems,
Never solving them,
Then we wonder why we are slowly dying.
We die out because we are slowly losing connection,
Continuously weakling reception,
To the ones who we are made for,
To give appreciation too.
Who are we anymore?
Do we define ourselves with certain drugs we take,
Or is flaws that we carry,
Or is it our social media accounts driving us,
Into a new dimension.
We listen to lies told on a screen,
Instead of the lies told by a person in front of you,
Holding your hand.
We've become so numb to feeling,
We can't tell what happiness or sadness is anymore.
We live in a world,
Where love,
Is more painful,
Then hate...
So where's my pain?
I guess I'm numb also,
Pass me those sleeping pills,
I'll take my fill,
Bring me to hell again.
Goodbye world.
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