-\\Feelings Of Despair\\-

Life is cruel.
Its hurts to know the truth,
Of your life so short and your mind dull.
Why we meaningless beings ponder the Earth,
We taint the ground with our blood splatters and tears,
Although its all so unnecessary.
Rain expresses emotions of those above us,
Do to our carelessness and selfishness.
It may be soft, light, or a gentle rain.
Possibly hard, deadly and dangerous.
We have upset the Heavens.
We are humans of no other kind.
Love is a feeling everyone has.
Whether if people assume that you are an emotionless bastard.
You may think you love someone, but in the end, you really don't.
People try to confront who they love, whether they be real or fiction.
In the mind, or heart, or body or soul.
What can you do?
Nothing.

This poem I made randomnly as I stared at the knfie in my kitchen. No, I wasn't going to cut myself. ... Or was I? No, haha. But I decided to make this poem just to see how it'll appear on Quizilla...