Guess This Word

 

 

NEVER MEANT TO lAst

 

There have been times in all our lives where we’ve fallen and don’t want to get back up because there

Is little point in trying to appease those with a heart made of stone who don’t care about the struggles

That the ordinary populace faces that puts the promise of a better life farther away with every day of

Not feeling good enough to stand among others who still have faith that the future isn’t a nightmare.

 

Humans have to compete with everyone around them with the weight of the world bearing down at

All times to keep everyone in line despite the many imperfections that each person has to make them

Different from others, yet we need to be with similar people to not feel like the only one trapped in a

Prison while so many sail by on things beyond cloud nine because if nothing awful happens to them,

They can ignore the bitter truth that they’re the real problem with society and their happiness is poison.

 

One issue with life is that there are too many lies created to disguise the truth about how things aren’t

Grand and we’re so close to the edge of despair that it’s better to pretend there’s nothing wrong and

If we stay in our rut, the end won’t happen right away, but there are many who don’t want to conform

To what others insist because they are sick of doing all the work and not receiving any reward for the

Blind belief in a very corrupted system that takes too long to faintly restore hope at the best of times.

 

If one could represent the history of humanity in a large tapestry, you’d see it unraveling in numerous

Parts with some attempt to cruelly put it back together to show the evolution of society has plenty of

Good things to make up for the bad, yet anywhere you go, there will be chaos and despair to prove a

Miniscule miracle won’t be enough to save us from going under since so many have already drowned.

 

Some people in this world are so bad they come up with a new way to bleed good people of the final

Drops of happiness with some new product acting as a tourniquet to see who has the strength to get

Back in the fight that is only feeding the dark desires of those at the top who believe they have some

Right to spread despair because they’re lost in paradise from everything they wanted but never needed

To survive, greatly limiting their understanding of what it’s meant to be content with almost nothing.

 

If you’re not happy with things happening now, where will you go to find some relief when everything

Has lost its luster and can’t say hello to anyone without feeling a wave of dread wash over you when

A new face acknowledges your existence and all you want to do is take cover and hope that is moment

Will pass like when you quickly reach the end of the dream and you wake feeling scared and helpless.

 

 

It’s hard to find the exact origin of humanity’s downfall, but we’ve been around for a really long time

Without much change as greed has a tight grip on some who perform thoughtless actions on those in

Lower places where they scrape by as they cry silent tears to the point they’re swimming home through

Big oceans of false promises, lost friends and broken dreams that high society says is perfectly healthy.

 

 

Such people are often in greater pain than they want others to know, but they hide in lithium infused

Medication hoping to erase this current setback brought upon the desire not to help others who have

Pain of their own are better without you being so high and mighty while you go further down the path

To destruction and you won’t know the game is over until it’s too late and no one will provide help.

 

One spot to look is at the turn of the century where everyone thought so many nice things were to be

Developed like flying cars and teleportation, however humanity only became worse and the few good

Creations in art and science will be in shambles and the broken pieces shine with the blood of foolish

Instigators and bystanders who couldn’t find balance on the field of innocence spoiled with the evils

Bred from capitalism and the constant whisper of gossip that destroys trust meant to build the future.

 

Most people believe that there is an imaginary line that exists to keep people apart and if you’re on a

Particular side, issues don’t affect you and you’re only meant to view the other side as a spectator and

Never get involved, no matter how haunted you are by others suffering and should you decide to be

A force for good, you fear you’ll never go back to your better life knowing others could do the same.

 

 

After so many years, I know my heart is broken and doesn’t wholly feel the warmth of the few friends

Still at my side because such moments of compassion seem to get away from me before I realize some

Good still remains in strangers who wanted to make the sweet sacrifice of getting to know the newest

Face in the crowd, but know it won’t be easy with these new feelings taking over me that have to get

Through a lot of grief to find your star of gold amongst the darkness of anxiety waiting for the light.

 

Most days I can put on a decent face for approval, however if all I’m living for is to be another small

Cog in the machine, then how can I accept true happiness when I’m everybody’s fool meant to create

Evil laughs from those who don’t care unless I do everything to get you what you want like it’s some

Big privilege despite my precious time and patience is wasted on you and it makes me feel just empty.

 

I find this world to be confusing at the best of times and often say yeah right to people who say there

Are many amazing things, but offer little evidence that secret door to happiness is right in front of me

Waiting to be opened and I don’t have to do anything else, however a part of me knows there’s always

Some catch to force control to make it seem like the agony of the past disappear only to be replaced

By something else, bound by the chain of broken promises that someone wanted to help a lost soul.

 

A lot of people say such suffering is just a way to obtain the eternal glory of heaven, but all this really

Cruel testing makes me believe my immortal soul is nothing but a punching bag and humans aren’t a

Worthy race and should be as far from heaven as possible because we love seeing others suffer for to

Hide our many insecurities, so such a path won’t bring me to life without making me feel dead inside.

 

One thing that helps me the most is writing because I can unleash my darkness in a safe place where

The shadows of the night provide comfort when my friends aren’t around and if I lose control and

Want to cry, no one will judge me for being human as I notice the in-between messages of songs that

Others use for relief, although the synthesis of such works isn’t easy as there can be more forgotten

Songs that summon gloomier thoughts to help me make the change from depressed to confidence.

 

In the end, this is how I use my voice when others aren’t around to listen and if some people find an

Ounce of truth in my work, that means a lot because you found the open door into my forlorn heart

Where I try to find peace in words as the old music box tries to come up with a tune to dull the roars

Created by society, so if you don’t mind, please have a song in your heart for those who can’t sing and

Often find themselves lost in the noise without a sound of their own to show they’re not going away.