Life just isnt right..

Shes a mess making mistakes every second of her life. With the pounding and and fighting of words forcing and pushing against life to disappear. The life that made the life that created such a short love to collapse into the arms of its own kind but just falling through makes it stay what it is a collapsing short love of worthless faith built into it. In the short love collapsing are falling the people that loved her. Yet is was to be a poison love: filled with betrayal, hate, lies Fake is her life,just waiting to be real But whats life without love and hate? Worthless, invisible life of clear air. Not to be seen. Not to be heard, only until a windy day. With life this bad its pointless trying. To keep up with the worries, to keep up with the drama, to keep up with the life you dont want to have. Life's a test, skip this question, go for the next, even if the skipped is the last question.