Life is unreal and it hurts to feel. To feel is the only way to know there something beneath your skin. Lies kill the heart and create wounds of immortal pain. Some become scares, other remains wounds for a life time. Haunted my memory of happiness you once had. Love can come but hatred is strong. Dark is an eye to a broken heart. An suicide kills all pain but only the weak go there. The strong stay and fight there battles everyday. We are all the same but everyone is separated because they choose who they are today. No matter what we want, it easier to get it if we don’t want it that much in the first place. So when your gone the world will still spin and same thing will happen. Nothing changes it’s all the same.