We are born alone with nothing and die alone with nothing. Our life is meaningless as friends leave or die. We build these bonds only to lose them as life is a lie. Happiness is an illusion we find ourselves involved in as there is no such thing. Each betrayal leaves another scar on our soul as we die another day and realize the lie we live. Hope is an illusion as we think our lives mean something. Nothing matters we are born we live we die. The sooner we realize it the better off we will be. Each death that hits cuts us to the core bringing reality closer to breaking the falsehoods we see. There is no light only darkness and there is no happiness only desolation. We put on a fake smile and welcome the day but why bother as the world is vile. Humanity is dark as we harken upon ourselves. We think time heals all wounds but it only cuts them deeper. Sooner or later we find ourselves alone feeling worthless and depressed. So I say this, what’s the point of trying to be happy. We are only lying to ourselves.
