Contemplation

I'm feeling empty.
Alone.
Physically young, but mentally grown, I'm trying to escape the reality I've come to know.
Attempting to understand the things around me, learning, and yearning for a place called home.
I look to the sky and see the stars above, and start to contemplate this word called love.
Trust plays its part, making you wonder,
because another human being could lead to disaster, so,
what are we really after?
A feeling of disclosure, or immense exposure of a feeling nobody knows for sure,
just going after what you think you prefer.
But we settle.
Believing we found the one just because they said they loved us once,
but after a few months you begin to realize, the person you thought they were is a lie.
And now your left asking yourself, why?
And then you start to ponder.
Is it me?
Am I not good enough?
Did I not do my best to show my love?
Along with a bunch of other thoughts that run a muck in your mind,
slowly but surely killing you inside.
It's hard to let go.
Because you know, that a new start will only tear you apart,
constantly missing the feeling in your heart, regardless of the things that kept you in the dark.
The unseen.
The demons that manipulated the things you believe, planting their evil seeds,
leaving you lost and confused while they feed, on the pain you release when you internally bleed.
Its not fair.
Knowing love exists but people never show that they care,
too much lust, and greed is filling our air, breathing it in as we stay unaware.
But I share my thoughts, in the hopes to remove this sinister plot.
To bring love back into our lives no matter the cost,
because I know that if I don't, then humanities lost.
But I cant lie, sometimes I feel like just giving up.
I'm stuck.
My brain needs a break before it finally erupts,
I take a look around the world, and its just so damn corrupt.
I wish sometimes that people would just listen, and shut the hell up.
This is the reason that I write, one man with a plan to bring the world back into the light,
because deep down inside I feel that it's right.
I'm trying to change the world, and people say I'm crazy.
But honestly, that shit doesn't really phaze me.
I'll always speak the truth because there's value in honesty, and I don't claim to know everything,
I just go with what I feel, I know that I'm a decent person, and I always stay real.
So in closing, I'm hoping, that what I said has been heard.
Because from one person to another, all we have is our words.