Misery, what is it, where does it come from, why do we have it
what is that pain inside that causes us to not want to go on?
why do some of us have that pit inside of us that can never be filled
why do we look at life and only see bleek, where does it come from, why cant we get rid of if?
holes in the soul to were we only see pain in this world, do you see that pain, do you have that hole in your soul?
I set here and think and listen I look at the faces of people the ones I care about, the ones I love, I ask questions with my eyes and recieve no answers, I wonder do we truely love, do we truely want that hole filled.
following the matters of the heart make me wonder if we are actually following a path destined for us, a path of sorrow and pain that is there for eternity, yes some do find happiness but look at the world most are unhappy, most show it in their eyes, and speak about it without saying a word.
some of us have burden to see that to hear that to feel that, those sounds sights and feelings drive us mad, drive us to the point of insanity or sainty for some, those who can feel and see and hear what is not being said live lonesome lives, lives of sorrow and pain, we set back and see people tell us that we need to smile and be happy,
how is that possible? if they could only see the things we see, if they could hear the cryings of the hearts if they could feel the hearts dieing inside they would know,
sorrow is the bird who flies to freedom in a cage, sorrow is the bird of happiness having its wings clipped and sheltered from the world, sorrow is what drives us to the point of everything we do,
sorrow lonliness and pain drive some of us to travel, to travrse the world not for the happiness, joy or pride of it, we do it to find that place, that little niche in life that makes us all comfortabe, some travel for a day, others travel for a month, and others still travel for a life time, most of our travels are in our heads our wishes dreams wants and needs, then some of us travel for real, never staying long, comming sometimes leaving a mark and dissapearing, some of us never leave a mark and fade into the oblivion of non existance, the ones that dont leave a mark nobody really see's we talk and feel and hurt like everybody else but we set and watch and die inside everytime we are over looked
sometimes we look like the happiest person on the outside giving a false face to the world, but people of the world only see what they want. only us priveleged few see everything, yes we miss some we are not perfect but we do catch most
we are the ones that tell you to be happy no matter what, give your all in everything you do, try to heal a broken heart, mend what is broken, but we understand that we cant mend ourselves so we help others with out want from them, never asking for anything, willing to give ourselves up totally to make others happy
one day they say everybody finds true happiness but what if that is a myth, what if it isnt true, what if true happiness is only make believe what if no matter what you will never be happy then what do we do, how do we find something that doesnt exist, is it the chase that we are after, is it the hope and the dreams that there is true love and love can happen, no love can happen but true love is out there, but most wont find it, most will walk through this existance looking for something they will never find
for those of us who can see that it drives us away, because we want so much to help and feel helpless when we can,
ask yourself do you feel true happiness, do you feel sorrow, do you feel love, what do you feel
Have you ever looked at a poster not paying attention to the main part but see eyes wishing you happiness love and hope, one day I look forword to everybody having those things
look for love, happiness, and no more pain and one day you will find them that is what I am told, weather or not that is the truth or just a fantasy planted in our heads and hearts, may that fantsay come true for you.
