�We listen to their cries of pain,
As we take the enemy's name in vein.
For they too think alike,
And release their rage with a terrible might.
So why a war, this war we fight,
Does peace not shed its golden light?
Instead we give eachother hell,
And along the way, others as well.
This war must end, some way, some how,
It must end not later, but now.
For in the end no one wins,
In the end it's only sins.
Is their no end in my sight?
I feel like i have so much time on my hands, and i dont know what to do with it.
I read alot. But after i finish the book i wish i had tooken more time reading it.
I play the piano. But i can only play the piano during the day. Grand Pianos have a loud sound. =]
I write sometimes. But i can't get feedback on it because i don't want to put my writing up anywhere. Last time i did that i got all of it stolen.
I play games, like online and stuff. But they all seem to be so easy, and worthless.
I look things up. Learn about things i don't know about. But sometimes i feel like that's pretty worthless as well.
I draw, paint, etc. But i usually throw it away or put it in my basement. Rejection scares me. Alot.
I spend my days getting through them. Waiting for somthing to happen. Waiting to figure the reason i'm here. What duty do i serve?
Talking to other people about these things is a waste of time. When you speak as if you came out of a poetry book, people don't really get the grip on what you're saying.
I want to run away. Not really run away from my parents/friend/family. Just run away from me. What i've become. I want to go someplace where i can just lay and look at the stars
without a plane hovering overhead, or so much lights on the streets you can barly tell its twilight. I know running away is not an opition. But it sounds nice.
-if you've read this whole thing, i applaud you.