Love Is A Lie
Why is there life?
What is the point of a meager existence on this planet?
All it does it consume the happiness that we have.
People hate, as this is all they know to do.
They destroy the hopes and feelings of others,
Only to gain a false sense of pride for themselves.
These little ones are thrown around,
They are made to feel like trash as if they were nothing.
They believe this.
They believe that they will never succeed,
They believe that they will always be nothing,
So they tell themselves this is so.
They could recover,
Become better,
Dig themselves out of the deep and dark hole of depression that they have found themselves in.
But it won't work!
Because you need help and you can't ask for it because you have to try and talk to others,
And all they do it hate you and treat you like nothing.
You are never liked,
Never feel wanted,
Never feel loved.
You have never felt love,
You will never feel love,
Love is a lie!
If love existed then I would feel it!
I wouldn't sit alone and feel like I am nothing!
I would be happy and feel as if I were worth something!
But I don't!
Because I am nothing,
No matter what I do.
I tried to feel love or even if I belonged,
Put myself out there to see what would happen.
But I was lied to.
That is all people will ever do,
Lie to you.
They will make you believe that for once in your life you could feel happy.
But you're not!
Because they will just rip it all away and make you feel worthless.
This is why love is a lie.
No one will ever feel anything for another,
No one will ever feel anything for me.
So I don't know why I'm living.
I don't know if there is a point to life without love.
I don't think that there is one.
But I'll just go on existing without it for as long as I can.
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