There is a pain between us the hurt from war the rejection of a lover
Will it never be set free?
Is there a pain between you and me?
Walking through the shattered glass,
of broken bones and hearts to well worn.
Are you and I alike?
Is it the pain that enters through a broken heart and
will it cause such hardship and loss of life?
Do you wallow in such a pathetic notion of pity because you can show the world the fear you hold inside of you?
Could I laugh at your fear and shake it off with a smile or help you through the light to the brighter side of things?
Is there pain between us? Do we both wallow it pathetic nature of human emotions. But then again we all revel at the feelings that we can receive from others, would it be love or fear?
But do you know what it truly means to live?
Is it possible that all humans have no will to live but can not bring themselves to give up what small amount of possessions we have or the friends we have made through our years?