Do You Live in the present or the future?

Do you live in the present or future, what a beautiful line it is, there are no such words to put it, the future filled with dreams that will never come true, and the present filled with sins and betrayal. What world do you live in? I live in the world of hate, hate and agony, praying one day that the darkness consumes me more than anything , i pray that it consumes all of me and change my personality, I dont want it anymore, i dont want anything, afterall i finally see it the light that never existed to begin with, im a fool nothing less and nothing else, i see no colors as i were today nor tomorrow all i can see is the pain i was left with, the pain of the stars....where did my star go where did it fly off to in this galaxy, all that i know is that it left me all alone, to face the hardship of reality. THIS IS NOT FAIR, CRUMBLING MY WORLD BECKONS, the wind that guided the trees stopped the hope of humans faded. Soon I will join them in this cruel fateful world, slowly and for surely, I can see it all, see that my me died, the me, is becoming more uglier by day. I see the fear.....of him..the fear that cries deep inside me hoping one day something will happen, I dont want to change, so i want to be saved, without actions no one can save. This ending never-land which i should have never been born...till day meets night, i shall shroud in this broken down cloud, and maybe one day once more and more....i can fulfill my life with a replacement.

Trust Is But A Misery That Lies In A Human

I write because of my will, and inability to be truly complete, I write because my life is a lie. I know that this world isn't as great as it can be, so I cry that I have been betrayed. I learn to hate others, and I begin to mistrust the lie that sleeps in my heart, a lie so deep unable to be seen by the living. The day I cry is the day I die. WHY, WHY, opening your heart just one bit.....and you begin to achieve pain and hatred, that shroud your heart in sorrow. I trusted someone before, and he took my treasure, my soul, my idol, my life that I have yet to obtain, so you ask why I hate? I HATE BECAUSE I HATE, I HATE BECAUSE LIFE HAS YET TO ACCEPT ME, I HATE BECAUSE I'm BORN WEAK, I HATE BECAUSE, I can't trust anyone anymore, and I hate him so much more than anyone else. I trusted and so I did and so I lost my will because of my trust, open your heart and begin to hate, hate enough to kill, hate enough to strive, hate enough to fight, hate enough to cry, hate enough to soar, and finally hate enough to......................lose it all. So I tell again a story of my heart that lie asleep in this endless world, why was I born to meet him, I hate him with all my heart and so why do I write, I write because my life is unable to change , I write because this LIFE HAS YET TO BECOME REALITY, I LACK THE POWER TO PERCEIVE, I lack so much and yet so little. What do we strive for? What do we move for? All we do is work and work till we all become bones of dust, shall all come to an end when we die. A death like a blossom of a flower, I haven't blossom yet....maybe death is the key to success. Can I really live like this forever, can I lie to myself forever? Losing my will to live, my whole life just became a lie from this day on, I shall shroud my heart in sorrow, and that soul which I had will be thrown away. This is an uncalled for world, sorrowful moon songs lie in my wake. Death seems so appealing when all is lost? Why is that, why is death so appealing in sadness, is death shrouded in sadness. I don't know where this path will lead me, but I continue to walk to empty road of hatred , for what I have been toss around too much. I cry everyday in the trees next to the star, the lakeside river, have yet to rise, can I relive my life of pain and sorrow. Why must this world turn against me , raised as a hateful child , I begin to realize this is the final stage of humanity. Everyday I begin to break down......but I had that one light, but it was taken, so I REALLY HATE EVERYONE, that light was long gone, I never had one to begin with. The final phase is about to arise and that is the time when my death can blossom through this beautiful moonlight night in the evening tide.