In a world so cruel,

living life is lonely.

In a world so unaware,

awareness is suffocated.

The better things are only treasured

after experiencing the worse.

Life is only beautiful

because death is ugly.

The world is filled

with so much hate

that to love something

would be insane.

We try to be right,

but instead we're wrong.

We try to brighten our world,

but darkness prevails.

In a world that would take

a lot more than give,

are we living to die

or dying to live?