The Hurt

Hurting is such an easy job nowadays.

People cry, people wound,

People come back,

People live it all,

Through the emotions

Feeling in your void heart.

Then they give it all,

The happiness they share,

The sadness they part,

Through their white heart.

Deep down they are cold,

And calculative,

Cruel and destructive.

They would hurt to

Gain the power inside them,

They would help,

Only to learn the selfish

Motives inside of them.

There is no love found,

There is no love shared,

We are all alone,

Fighting for ourselves

In the jungle filled

With the remorse

And power hungry monsters.