World So Blind

I was born into a life of lies where we're born to die, young or old it makes no difference in this world so cold. We live to live a story where the pages of our lives turn unexpectedly. This life we most live so depressing, it's frustrating, I can't believe suicide is on the top of my mind, having to pretend I'm doing fine, when I feel my life is breathing crime. So open minded I am, my words show no shame, no need to explain this pain this life has given. As impatient as I wait for death to set me free No longer do I have faith in this unsafe place, full of people, and hate. I'm tired. I want to slit my wrist and end this bullshit. No one will understand the wisdom of my words. I shall only receive hatred from the rest of the world. If I put my work in motion society will label me as insanity, my mind stuck in fantasy due to this harsh reality. Only those who can see will understand me. The world is as blind as I see no point as I smoke this joint. This shit that I write nobody can read this. My words don't get through to blind eyes, if I speak my shit it hits deaf ears that loves to hear the lies of life, thinking everything they do is the right thing to do. We're all born from the gutter, but it doesn't matter because we're still killing one another. When will this hatred end? When will we be able to look at one another, and call each other friend? Happiness nowadays is so hard to apprehend, the meaning of this life so hard to understand, I can't figure out when will all this end. I'm done trying to convince you people. Everybody too blind to open their eyes to realize we're all equal. Not because man has said it, but because it's been proven. The proof of the day to day struggle. The way we all fight just to see tomorrow. Once again I feel like I'm wasting my time to those who don't seem to care about the words that I rhyme that can form truth in their heart and their mind. One day I might be silenced because one may get the picture and figure out my words are violent. I will not be silenced if my words feel threatening. I will not go quietly into the night. But, at the same time I'm done trying to fight. I try to live this life day by day, struggling in this negative world. There are so many people hating on my words. To bless to be stressed, I feel the complete opposite. To be happy and to pretend, it's almost the same to me. I accept reality while others pretend to be.