Oh to the World

Of love and hate, betrayal is born and hope is shattered then lost
Of laughs and tears, pain is created and blood spills from the soul.
Of right and wrong, truth is reveled and the heart is ceased its beat
Of pain from the soul and the ache from the heart, the need to live is lost and forgotten.
Your body is only a container that holds the real you locked away in darkness.

Who are you?
What is your name?
Do you even know?

The container is shut tight and the lid refuses to brake open
Your soul yearns to be free to express who it really is.
Your heart begs to continue beating just to face another day.
But days fade away into the darkness of nothing where light no longer shines.
Then tomorrow starts and the light returns only to fade again and drop you into hopelessness.

Who are you?
What is your name?
Do you still not know?

What is the point of living when the soul is tired of seeing the same set path?
What is the point of living when the heart is tiered of pain and depression?
What I the point of anything when in the end it will always come to the same conclusion?
It’s in human nature not to know the answers to these questions
It’s just natural that no one really knows anything about the darkness that grows within our containers and eats at our soul and destroys our hearts.
No one knows and now no one cares
You could die tomorrow
Everyone dies eventually but do they fade away?
Will they get forgotten?
Will the soul vanish into mist and forever cease to exist?
More questions that no one knows the answers to
That no one cares to answer.

Who are you?
What is your name?
Now you will never know.