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.