We All Die Young.....

This is my soul,This is my life. For my side, spend my time lost in space, am I dead? Let the river flow through my broken hands, take me from own world. It makes my stomach turn, from flesh too bone and I turn too stone and we all die young. The world is spinning as we walk through the cracked streets, we feel the bumps and steel cages that surround us. Unspoken words, unheard voices, We all Die Young. None of it stays the same forever, none of it really makes sense. Pain and laughter combine the feelings of a broken soul, the soul that kills us and makes us All Die Young.

For What?

Let's face the facts, not everyone will see what you see and not everyone will understand what you see or believe. It's hard to find a solid ground to place your feet on after all the life experiences you learn as you struggle in life to just be your own person. Why something so small can become such a major issue? Who in the world told us that we can't speak our mind, no one. Anger and hurt come from so many places, but not all of them are known. For instance, if we sit down and talk out things, does it really make a difference? No, not really. No matter what, something will stand out and cause some sort of pain or trouble.

Life lessons can be taught but not all will we learn. Let me ask you this, if someone were to say something you told them and repeated it to someone else, would it hurt your feelings? I mean even if it's a super small thing that really doesn't mean much, but its still coming from your feelings and then its repeated by someone you shared, would it bother you? Why can't someone listen to you when you tell them over and over that you're different and that they should be careful on how they do their actions. I guess it's just the way life works, but why someone so close to you who practically lives with you can't seem to get it? Why does it have to revert to horrible actions and hurtful words to make points across?

For What?? What is all for? Really???

Why?

We never know why things happen for reasons. We try to live each day as if it was our last, sometimes we take it too far. When living in a world with so much to offer and so much to gain, but yet so much to lose, what's the point? No matter what we do, we fail, we all die a bit inside and we try to live no matter the circumstances. Like a boat floating in the deep ocean, it sways side to side keeping steady but even with each wave hitting the starboard side, it drifts in a different direction.

My theory is that one day, when the world decides to finally stop turning and the sun stops buning, maybe one day we'll get out answers. It's a very long shot, but my idea of bliss is death. For example, a beautiful dog, who's loved and cherished by those around her. She lives her life to the fullest, but yet it's her time to go. A beautiful dog who was given to help someone in need soon fades like the rest of the world, she finally makes peace for not only the loved one who loves her, but helps her owner find a path. A rocky path at that, but helps her find some sort of peace through the times she needed her the most. Now that the beautiful dog's time is up, she leaves so many questions unanswered beginning with the word "Why?"

I guess like life, we all want to know WHY, we all want to have that answered but so many get the questioned answered.

So my real question, is not why my life has always been a bitch to live in or why my life can't be a least normal in some sense. My real question is...."Why does it have to be me?" How come I have to suffer and walk the lonely, dark, cold and bitter world of the "Unknown?"

Opening..

Just like the reflection of the sun hitting the water, it's like an opening to a soul. We try to find something that makes us whole, makes us complete. Heaven and hell open the gates to so many worlds, but if we take one, which one do we take? Like the wind, we can't see it, but we can feel it.