cold world

to dream

what's it like

i can't tell anymore

i live in a night mare

my eyes close i see the deaths

the people i couldn't save

i had failed

over and over

they fell one by one

now i'm here

just as they are lost

lost and wants to be loved

but the word love

we show to no one it seems

the wars are everywhere

little or big makes no difference

still in the end some one some where

is dead

there's not way to say how many truly died

and how many have broke down and cried

there is no way that anyone can see

most people are just blinded

blinded by money and greed

but there's so much more...

but as people

they only take what they want not caring who dies

they laugh at the others cries

the world of people is cold

we are just like animals worse

we are monsters

we kill for pleasure

not even always eating it

just killing it to laugh

people are sick

not all i much admit

there is that handful

here to help

here to feel the real world

they are broke

most live the streets

but they are fun

they will help you

they hold your hand

i am one of those people

i watch the world destroy it's self

and i cry everyday

the tears turning into blood

i let people hit me stab me

but it helps them

it let's them feel

and so after they're done

i am satisfied

i may hurt i might almost die

but i helped

it's sad to watch the cold world

so i hug everyone with a frown

smiling saying have a better day

they may slap me or throw me off

but i try

and it's better then join everyone else in this world and cry to die