This thing called life.

There are times in this life were I wonder if this is a dream or a nightmare.
Not again, shall I wake up in a cold sweat with tears running down my eyes…
I’ve been on and off with my suicidal situations… not like anyone will really care.

I am supposed to live my life and only worry about my soul and my mind.
No one really cares about me nor my feelings…
Its kind of messed up… to me it seems as if everyone is blind.

I asked what is this thing called love…
The truth is there could be no love without life.
When I think of this, I wonder if them angels really care up above.

Everything and everyone I seemed to love has been took away.
I’ve gotten used to it, don’t really bother me.
All this pain and suffering I’ve been put through… there is only one thing I have to say.

There is a purpose for all of us in this thing called life.
It may be a good reason, it may be a bad one…
It might even be to here them words I now pronounce you man and wife.

Just don’t give up hope no matter what you do.
Do you think I know my reason?
…I don’t have a clue.

I needed to vent out some emotions, this was the only way that helps anymore.
Please vote and comment it means a lot to me.-Mario AKA TeddyLove