It’s all the same with things
Some happen once or always
Still we are tripping for the fall
Looking for the silver linings in the dark.
We have all heard the stories and tales
Of how to achieve everything she hopes for
With hard work and dedication and luck
But real life is filled with back stabbing snakes
And puzzling mazes along the ways.
Who to trust
With whom to open up
And waiting for them to judge us
And leave us like others did
With same remarks about us
Abandoning us with a huge hole in our chest
But still a hope for someone to heal it.
Forgetting that it is us who can heal us
As people are only there for drama and benefits
Depart us with self-guilt and hatred
And scared of letting people in
Because all they do is kill what remains.