This was a heart to heart conversation about life and death. Two people are going back and fourth, expressing their deepest thoughts
We don’t know what it feels like to die.
Never been in it’s presence or time.
We know it exist and it’s something we don’t wish.
Until you experience the true meaning of life.
Life is about smile and cries but let’s talk about cries
Why do we cry?
Tears falling from the face comes from a broken heart.
Feels like your life fell apart.
Life itself isn’t hard but the people in it make it
A broken heart makes pain unbeatable.
Pain hurts most when it’s unexpected
like an STD for having sex unprotected.
School teaches you education but what about real life lessons?
Feeling like bubble boy trapped in a bubble.
Trying to remain humble but people mock and laugh at you
So bad that you either become suicidal or homicidal.
Suicide will break your mother’s heart on the inside.
Or you can conserve your life by committing homicide.
Turn to a serial killer.
A broken heart turns a person so apathetic
Secrets of deep thoughts exposed
like diaries in dusty attics.
Or matter of fact feeling low like a crack addict or even standing on a bridge thinking of doing something drastic
In your mind you’re thinking to yourself wouldn’t this be fantastic, I gotta have this
The pain released from my soul which would give me happiness
It’s all madness
We all have problems in different shapes and sizes but, most of us take a passive approach and try to hide or disguise it
Like a sad clown behind his mask or forgotten child in need of assistance you didn’t ask
They all say the hurt and pain you had is in the past but, what about that new job that didn’t last or more recently when one of my loved ones just passed
It’s real and part of life. Yes there’s positivity but, there’s also strife. With one there always come the other and nine times out of ten the obvious one outweighs the other.
But I choose life over death.
The best to do list item I keep close to my chest. It’s been weeks tossing over this idea, in which I hadn’t slept.
But what do you expect?
Every day I pick up the pieces of what life couldn’t been and work on ways for how it should be.
One of the keys to success and to see and believe.
Now I know there’s nonbelievers and can’t fathom seeing the other side but, although I see it from their view, I’ve decided to put my pride aside.
Let’s face it, we don’t really decide if we live or die.
Because death is promised to us all.
It’s never a goal
but rather we stand still like a pole
or move around like electrons
death come to us all.
Ever since the devil broke his bond
Life is the real death
and death is the freedom
Demons and angels maybe imaginary
and humans are the real demons.
Think about Cain and Abel
It’s all hereditary.
Thou shall not kill
Thou shall not steal
we disobey by our own free will.
Every step u take, we could be stepping in a trap
and be a victim in a person’s attack.
Life is overrated
like sex to a person with a low sex drive.
Babies are forever precious
but even Tupac new parents are devious
just ask Brenda.
Unlike the tribe in black panther,
black people don’t stick together.
We receive hate like the Jews did from Hitler.
A devil in disguise,
by disguising poisoned mushrooms
into red apples.
What seems healthy
can put you in the grave early.
But maybe an early grave
is the best day
since we escaping dooms day,
you know the place we call life.
Shit I don’t fear death