I awake once more to a world of sorrow, I look around and all I see are others hoping for no tomorrow.
I go to school and try my hardest, yet others I see lacking the strength to go their farthest.
I find it somewhat funny but I find it rather sad, the hopes of the new generation are dyeing and the old are going mad.
I feel as though I go through the same routine almost every day, every day, day to day. I feel when I awake tomorrow I’ll do the same routine of the past.
I feel like I should run, I feel like should join the crowd and just be done.


I find it somewhat funny yet at the same time I find it rather sad, that the hopes of the new generation are dyeing and the old are going mad.


I see all around me the memories of the forgotten. I look around me and all I see are the days going rotten
I see all the hopes of the hopeless; I see the emotions of the emotionless. Children running in storm freezing and coatless. I see the children lay in the street they slowly are dying, they are lying motionless.
I see pain building in the young and old, I see the anger building making their souls strung up and cold.



I find it somewhat funny yet at the same time I find it rather sad, that the hopes of the new generation are dyeing and the old are going mad.



I know we all are going insanity, but the truth is we only have ourselves to blame.
I know we all are going insane, and the truth is we only have ourselves to blame.
The truth is we only have ourselves to blame.