reality

Too break a heart so fragile so full of life so innocent Should be criminal, we are not tools we are not weapons   We are the ones who raised our selves and we have destroyed our selves   Again and again trying to find our selves but In the end it always comes Full circle like insanity tearing at us yelling at us trying to get one simple message threw to us We are not perfect we are not even a fraction of fucking perfection We are monsters with no purpose, no soul and no heart we seek vengeance when what all, should  Seek is peace and happiness but no matter how much we progress us all will never be able to see Threw the bullshit life has delt us in the end a constant bad hand all in the shape of losses, greed and this constant craving for redemption, love and acceptance  We pay attention too all the details no matter how painful they are but somehow we have tiny glimpses of the gold at the end of the road We see it and seek it but we never reach it, the anger we feel amongst all the rest of the shit in our hearts we remember Alone, cold with just one soul that has 50 million cuts, stabs and lies echoing threw the darkness  But only two words cut threw,  Help me.