Late night finds

It's a trend, where word by word carries a weight While the people on the screen thought it was a fate. The blood and sweat The dead and alive The anger and sadness The goodbye and chaos The betrayal and abandoned Different emotions that are mixed, Trying the urge to be fixed. People who suffered and fought, Who didn't know it was a plot. Emotions awakened that had been sloat, Where there is a lump in my throat, Consuming the words that had been wrote, My eyes blurred when I read the note. Hearts beat faster, when it was dead We humans couldn't revive what was an end. Until then, when we reach the cliff, we can only think of what if's.