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Every life has a reason.
A reason to live.
But I don’t know
If I’ll find it. Ever.
‘Cause what if,
There is no reason.
What if we’re all searching…
But there’s nothing to find.
And we’ll never know,
True happy-ness.
And we’ll never know,
True love.
Because there’s nothing
In this world,
But us.
Only one organism.
Only one person.
Me.
That’s all we know.
(Or should I say I know)
Try as we might
(And we do try)
All we see is reflections,
Shadows,
Of ourself.
What if the world,
Was one big dream.
Would you be happy?
Would you be sad?
Or would you be like me.
Both.
Sad
That it’s not real…
That all the good times
You had…
Weren’t real..
Yet happy
Because you don’t want this,
To be all there is.
Because it’s not what it should be.
Because it’s only pain.
Because all those good times…
Ended with pain.
And that shouldn’t be all the world is.
When in pain.
That’s all you think of.
The pain.
How to escape from it.
And when you’re not.
It’s always there.
In the back of your mind.
And you always know
That sooner or later
It will come back.
But if this isn’t real.
What is?
Can we find it?
The truth?
Is THAT the reason,
For living.
Trying to find,
The real world…
Separating it,
From this dream.
Trying to find
The real person
Hidden deep inside you,
Where the pain cannot reach.
You’ll never find it.
- by alicat1235 |
- Fiction
- | Submitted on 01/13/2011 |
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- Title: On a bad day
- Artist: alicat1235
- Description: I wrote this on a bad day for me (as the title suggests). It's just me raging about life, and the complete uselessness of it.
- Date: 01/13/2011
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